Sunday, December 19, 2010

Frosty the...Sadman

When Grandpa and Grandma Otto were here for Thanksgiving, they gave Vivi the "Frosty the Snowman" book.  She likes it.  A LOT.  We read it at least two times a day, and she now loves to point out the snowmen on our Christmas tree, on my stocking...pretty much any snowman she sees, really (Fah-stee!  Fah-stee! Snoomn!).

So today, when Russ went outside with the dogs, he decided to build her a little mini snowman on top of our grill.
She was glued to the window, so excited to watch as daddy carefully made the snowman, and she and I sang the "Fah-stee Saug."  (That's the Frosty Song, for those of you who do not speak Vivi)
He even had eyes, nose and mouth!  Unfortunately, he also had an equilibrium issue, because as soon as Daddy turned his back on Frosty and came inside, Frosty's top two layers went sliding to the ground.  Frosty the Sadman.  Awkward.
Thumpity Thump Thump indeed.

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