When we came home from church on Sunday, our snowman was "defying gravity", as one kind neighbor put it, by leaning so far back it seemed impossible that he was still standing. By the time we made it outside with the camera to take a photo, good old Frosty had fallen. Abby was quite sad at first, but then (I think because we had mentioned it was her naptime and she thought it might distract us from putting her down) decided that Frosty was just sleeping.
Of course, he needed a blanket.
Shhh - be very, very quiet. Frosty is sleeping.
And a good-night kiss.
Then we left him alone to dream of cold winter days when he was safe from the thaw. He slept peacefully through the night, oblivious to the strange looks of curious passers-by.
Of course, he needed a blanket.
Shhh - be very, very quiet. Frosty is sleeping.
And a good-night kiss.
Then we left him alone to dream of cold winter days when he was safe from the thaw. He slept peacefully through the night, oblivious to the strange looks of curious passers-by.
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