Dear Charon,
You've been so excited about snowmen this year. Every time you see one in a book or in a store, you are just thrilled. We've had an unusually warm November here in Minnesota - record-breaking temperatures, in fact. It's been nice to go outside a lot without bundling up and worrying about slippery roads when we drive. but I've been so looking forward to getting snow because I've wanted to make a snowman with you!
I thought for sure we'd have some by Thanksgiving. We spent two nights with Gramma and Grampa B. to celebrate the holiday. You played with your cousins. Gramma has a grand supply of toys at her house just for all of you! You enjoyed tasting some new foods. I got a kick out of you shouting, "Potatoes!" across the table at your Grampa, so that he could share in your joy. You watched "Frosty the Snowman" for the first time, and sat mesmerized, while I peeked out the window, hoping for snow.
The second night, you did your best when we went out to eat at a restaurant. You had skipped your usual nap both days, too excited and happy to take a break in the action. You were so tired! You asked to nurse, and because it was gorgeous - a balmy November night in rural Wisconsin - and because I thought you needed to get away a bit, I took you out to the car. We nursed, and I chatted with you. We looked at the moon, and sang a song about it together. I had wanted snow to make this Thanksgiving memorable, but it definitely wasn't necessary.
We came home Saturday, and settled back into our usual routine. Guess what we woke up to Monday morning? When we looked outside, we saw beautiful white flakes floating, dancing to the ground. We gazed out the window all that day, to see if the snow would be staying for awhile. When it touched the street or sidewalk, it melted right away, and I started to lose hope that there would be enough to make our snowman. Then, in the late afternoon, I noticed it was now staying on the pavement. Hooray!
When we got up on Tuesday, a clean, soft blanket of snow covered the ground. I dug out your boots (would they fit?) and mine, and while I was searching, you found Daddy's neon green hat and blue gloves and put them on, then stepped into your purple boots. "Outside!" you commanded. You were ready!
I gently coaxed you into your own hat and mittens, snow pants and jacket, and we went out to begin our work. The snow was perfectly sticky! As we packed it up together, you would occasionally burst into the "Frosty" song. (You were right in tune, too!) We made a snowman that was just your height. We got branches for the arms. Then you had an idea: "Carrot!.. Carrot! Nose!" you shouted.
We went back in and got one, and you also found Daddy's hat and gloves again, explaining to me that maybe the snowman could use them. I found a box of chocolate cookies, thinking they'd work for eyes. We went back out, and spruced Frosty up with these items. We took some photos, and you gave him a kiss. Then we sat down in the snow together and ate cookies, admiring our masterpiece.
Happy Winter, beautiful daughter!
I love you,
Mom
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