12.02.2005

Alpine Lace

Now I know I waxed poetic yesterday over how rough and tumble my little boy is. But make no mistake, he idolizes his sister big sister and wants to be like her in every way possible. Right down to her pink boots, as you will see down below... We had a bit of a freak snow storm and we were caught a little unprepared in the outdoor wardrobe department. Kids this age tend to outgrow their clothes in milliseconds, so there was no way last year's boots would fit. But the desire to play in the snow greatly outweighs gear readiness! So upon telling him that he would have to borrow his sister's boots to play in the snow until we could go to Target and get some boy boots, he said "Mom, I don't want boy boots. I want to wear Natalie's boots." I love a cheap date!

Natalie has perfected the art of snowball making and throwing, even trying to take down the feller who lives across the street from us. I suppose she likes an easy target, but I had to warn her that it's usually not good to throw snowballs at 85+ year old men.

You will also notice the birth and demise of a snowman. From the initial moment of pride at his birth, to the kiss of death, to the stomping throes of glee... er... grief, it was a really good lesson in the cycle of life, in fast-forward.

A snowman is born every 2.2 seconds:


Get a good look... A runt he may be, but he's our runt!


It was a kiss he would never forget...


Natalie doesn't take kindly to rejection...


Writhe in it, girl!!!


Let the pink-booted promenade of death ensue...
Frosty, we hardly knew ye...