The other day it snowed quite a bit and we both had the day off from school so Nick and I hit the slopes. . . well you can't really call it "the slopes" it is more like a hill at a local elementary school but in our overactive imaginations we were swooshing down the Swiss Alps with the wind in our hair and the delicate power spraying off our skis, or in our case a purple plastic sled, and he was really doing the swooshing. I was at the top with my cell phone trying my best to capture his gold medal run for posterity. What can I say, I am the father of the athlete.
Anyway, while he was sledding and eating snow (honestly more snow eating than sledding) I decided to build the world's largest snowball (remember. . .overactive imagination) so I started to roll a snowball and I rolled and I rolled and before I knew it I had a pretty large snowball if I do say so myself. Typically, when all the work was done Nick became interested. Now he wants to continue the rolling and I'm thinking that he will be doing more watching than rolling and this thing is already pretty heavy. So we (tongue in cheek here) were able to muster a couple more rolls before it was time for him to "approach the summit" From a top the giant snowball Nick surveyed his realm, casting snowballs at my head as I attempted to duck what I have to say were pretty accurate throws, he is getting bigger and stronger and more accurate . . . fabulous. In his version of a snowball fight I am supposed to stand there and let him hit me in the head with snowballs without retaliation, yeah right.
So we played on the world's largest snowball for a while and then we set out to build a snowman. OK so the snowman was my idea but he did a great job. I rolled the snowballs, I stacked them together, I found some sticks for arms . . . well mostly I did good on the snowman, but there is more. While I stood there admiring my handy work Nick decided to descend from his throne to see what all the excitement was about. As he approached my cute little snowman I was sure it was about to be obliterated into the pile of snow it came from. Nick reached for the snowman's head in what I was sure was the death blow and he carefully and gently, with his finger, he made two eyes, a nose and a mouth. Satisfied with is contribution to our little friend he went back to the industrial sized snow ball only to climb back down and add several buttons that everyone knows are essential for any respectable snowman. Now I can't remember ever really building a snowman with Nick and I am not sure where he learned the requisite accouterments for a snowman but at that point it didn't matter, I couldn't have been more proud. This was groundbreaking and I was excited to get home and tell Suz. I took a picture of the artist and his creation and I suggested that we head for the truck and call it a day. I had not gone more than 25 yards when I realized Nick was not with me, my heart filled with dread for the safety of our snowman. Sure enough, I turned around just in time to see him get a running start and plow into frosty like a linebacker in a goal line stand and pop up grinning from ear to ear. It was as if that was the point and he loved every minute of it, so did I.
Since that day it has warmed up and rained and now it is threatening to snow again. Only in Michigan. I drove by the school today to check on our snowball. It is still there, albeit in a diminished capacity. I take this as a sign that in spite of changes the most important thing we can do is persevere and stand our ground as long as we possibly can waiting for sunnier days.
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Cute! Glad you two had fun. :)