Make sure you read part one, which is just below this entry.
Okay, so we’ve built a pretty nice snowman, and my father has taken the standard Isaacson family photographs. What now? The weather is still absolutely wonderful, so there’s no real rush to get inside.
I almost forgot — we found two tree branches and made them into arms for the snowman. You’ll understand why I mentioned this later on in our story.
For whatever reason, we quickly realized that packy snow makes great snowmen AND great snowballs. We certainly didn’t want to get into a fight with each other, especially with three year-old Hunter around. Our search for a target led us right back to our beautiful snowman. Our first goal — knock the hat off. Uncle Dan and I began packing together ammunition and firing. Our focus quickly turned back to Hunter as we made snowballs for him so that he could successfully hit the target. After a few tries, he did it. We were all very excited.
As the game continued, the snowman took some battle damage. We continued to aim for the hat, but a few shots were a little low. When packed snow hits packed snow, there’s often a little explosion of sorts. After every hit, we all went “Ohhhhhhhh!”. One thing led to another, and we soon found ourselves firing at the snowman instead of his hat. We had set up our firing station on the driveway, because you can throw better with a hard surface on which to plant your feet. By this time, others had joined us. Now outside were myself, Uncle Dan, my dad, Hunter, and my cousin Eric. Grandpa Milt, Jeri, Jenelle, and Gina (Eric’s wife) could often be seen watching from the living room window. Aunt Gail unfortunately had to head back to Madison.
As the pelting of our poor snowman continued, here’s a few other “subplots” to share —
Sled Time!
I had some fun pulling Hunter around on a plastic blue sled. It reminded me of when Andrew and I used to push each other all over the yard — except pulling Hunter was a little easier. After circumnavigating the house a few times, Hunter asked me to get in the sled so he could pull me around. Though I have lost weight, I was still a bit too heavy for him. But he still got an “A” for effort. He actually managed to pull me about ten feet before I got too worried about him hurting himself. We have a picture of him pulling me — that’s one a gem.
Crashing the Party
At one point, Jenelle and Gina sneaked up on the firing squad and threw a few snowballs at us before retreating back into the house. I *just* missed Jenelle as she ran in the back door. Later on, the two of them joined us as allies in battle with the snowman (who never received a name).
In part three, I’ll be writing descriptions of each of the most well-thrown snowballs. I guarantee you’ll enjoy them — especially the throw to end all throws.
