Life Lesson

Once there was a snowman, snowman, snowman.

Once there was a snowman, tall, tall, tall.

In the sun he melted, melted, melted.

In the sun he melted, small, small small.

Sometimes life's lessons are hard. Death, disappointment, melting snow. Eventually Evan will have to learn to deal with them all, but right now we're working on the melting snow. It is a concept that isn't well received by a two year old.

Each day when we go outside, there is less and less of our snowman left. Evan was quite concerned about this the first day, but he is starting to cope a little better. At first he could only point to the snowman and say, "Mommy--uh-0h. Mommy--uh-oh." He tried to pack a little more snow onto the snowman, but his efforts were fruitless. The mercury is rising and there is nothing we can do about it.

We've talked a lot about the properties of snow and how we'll have to wait until next year to build another snowman. Every time we go outside, the snowman has melted enough that his accessories (eyes, nose, mouth, pipe, buttons) have all fallen onto the ground. Evan dutifully picks them up and puts them back in. When the snowman's head fell off, we stuck the eyes in the top of the body. It is a little scary looking right now.

Temperatures are supposed to hit 70 this weekend, so I'm sure our snowman will be a thing of the past in just a few more days. At least I took a lot of pictures!

I also captured a little video, too. I swear, if I were to die today, Evan would think all I ever was was a voice behind a curtain somewhere. And what an awful voice it is. Do I REALLY sound that awful in person? I sure hope not! Be sure to focus your attention on Evan's cute little voice saying "melted" and not my many prompts to get him to say it.