one snowy night
I was bored and I managed to convince Middle to come outside with me.
We'd had a nice dump of snow, which slowly piled up until there was about ten inches.
I thought we should build something...
Many ideas were discussed, and some were even attempted: a pyramid, the monolith from 2001, the faces of the presidents - a head from Easter Island.
We rolled for a long time before K came out to take pictures.
Our yard appears to be flat. But it turns out that there's a slight incline.
It was much harder that I thought it would be. The snow was incredibly heavy and we were often reduced to paralyzing laughter.
Youngest heard us groaning and laughing and suited up to assist.
He was surprisingly strong. His enthusiasm never wanes.
And then Oldest came running - loud and excited, as is his way, to help with the pushing.
K put down the camera and we rolled and pushed and shoved, fighting together, laughing and screaming...at one point our neighbor came outside and asked if the cable tv had gone out.
We were focused, concentrated, exhilarated. All five of us.
We made the biggest damn snowball in the world.
It will take a long time to melt.
And the whole time we were making it, my mind was racing.
Watching my boys interact, things have been rough between them lately, watching us all work together, being pleased that no one had to be coaxed to join in - that everyone was laughing and proud.
So, today, when I look outside
I'm still aware of all the things we face, but I feel pretty certain that we will prevail.
We'd had a nice dump of snow, which slowly piled up until there was about ten inches.
I thought we should build something...
Many ideas were discussed, and some were even attempted: a pyramid, the monolith from 2001, the faces of the presidents - a head from Easter Island.
We rolled for a long time before K came out to take pictures.
Our yard appears to be flat. But it turns out that there's a slight incline.
It was much harder that I thought it would be. The snow was incredibly heavy and we were often reduced to paralyzing laughter.
Youngest heard us groaning and laughing and suited up to assist.
He was surprisingly strong. His enthusiasm never wanes.
And then Oldest came running - loud and excited, as is his way, to help with the pushing.
K put down the camera and we rolled and pushed and shoved, fighting together, laughing and screaming...at one point our neighbor came outside and asked if the cable tv had gone out.
We were focused, concentrated, exhilarated. All five of us.
We made the biggest damn snowball in the world.
It will take a long time to melt.
And the whole time we were making it, my mind was racing.
Watching my boys interact, things have been rough between them lately, watching us all work together, being pleased that no one had to be coaxed to join in - that everyone was laughing and proud.
So, today, when I look outside
I'm still aware of all the things we face, but I feel pretty certain that we will prevail.
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I wanted to make a snowman to take a nice picture of, but nobody would help me.
You know, before the east coast rains came to obliterate it.
In fact, it might be my favourite say la vee post EVER.
Better than reading about the airport.
Soon to be seen on political campaigns everywhere "As Seen in Tuvulu and we're running with it..."
This was a wonderful, grab-ya-in-the-guts post, bb.
When someone told me that, I wasn't so sure, but they did come back together again and are great friends now.
No, not the snowball.
You all.
And then I remembered that the family that can play together is the healthiest family of all. And I was so, so happy for you all.
thank you.
Hee!
x x x x x to the blackbirds
It will be like one of those candles that, when it burns all the way down, you get your wish.
Another excellent post, bb. I love your family.
And your family.
That is all.
I love the snowlight.
However, I smell a great contest in the making. Guess what day the last of the giant snowball finally meals!
What jolly, lovely fun.
Well done youse!
Love you too.
what is the airport post?
Now you have to photograph the ball every day, like when Fussy photographed her hair every day when she was growing it.