We had a real cold snap last week that prevented us from spending much time outside. I'm sure Benjamin could have handled it, but I worried for Miriam since she's been gasping for air on the quick in-out dashes from the car/house when we run errands. Also, I'm a complete chicken when it comes to cold. I was not meant to live in Wisconsin. Anything less than 50ºF mandates that I wear long underwear when spending any time out side, and, unfortunately, Wisconsin weather usually falls into that category 75% of the year.
Sunday, it started to warm up. We went to church, ran our errands, and made it home around 3:30pm. Since we have until about 5:00pm before it gets dark, I asked Benjamin if he wanted to go out and play. I gave him the choice of going out with Chris or going out with me (secretly wishing he'd go out with Chris), and he chose Daddy.
I bundled Benjamin up, for which Chris chided me. I didn't think that a t-shirt, sweatshirt, coat, mittens, hat, snowpants, scarf, and boots was too much for 34ºF, but Chris didn't think he needed the sweatshirt or scarf. I wonder if Chris spent much time in his childhood playing in the snow. It's not just the cold, it's the wet that gets you!
Once I ensured no skin was showing (okay, maybe that was a little much...but I would be a terrible mother if I sent him out with any less!), I sent them out of the house and charged them with making a snowman. With the weather warming a bit (from 10ºF), the snow was starting to melt and made for perfect packing snow.
Once the snowman was done, Benjamin didn't want to come in yet, so Chris took him sledding in the park next door. And when they were done, I met them inside with hot chocolate.
And that's when Chris told me he thinks that's the first snowman he's ever built. Thirty-one years old and his first snowman was built with his son. I suppose there's no better time!