On Saturday when we had a really good snow fall, Ty woke up very excited. So I decided to get over my hate for the cold and take him outside. I started bundling him up and preparing and when he was all ready, so was Kev. I told him he didn't have to, I would go, but he said he would. So they were off and they started building.
Ty helped a little, but mostly he was walking around saying, "Mom, I play in the snow! Dad, I play in the snow!" I should have kept track of how many times he said it. It was so fun watching him take it all in.
Then they were done! We had an accident with the oreo before it could get put in as an eye. Ty was so proud. When it was time to come in, he was NOT ready. I told Kev thanks for doing that, and he said, "Are you kidding? That was the first snowman with my son." He is such a great dad. Ty faithfully checked up on his snowman out the window and anytime we went anywhere or came home. Then Monday after his nap, I heard a yell, "Oh No! My snowman" So I went to see what had happened....
There he was. Ty wasn't sure what happened to his new friend. After a few minutes of talking about it, he felt better, only with the promise that when it snowed again, we could build a new one. Ty might be the only reason I like the snow this year.