Isaiah loves snowmen. Don't know how to say it more clearly. The kid goes nuts for them. If he sees a picture of one in a magazine, he smiles, says, "mmmmm", and kisses it. If he sees one in real life, he runs up to it, hugs it and kisses it. Then declares, "Co Co Co" (that would be "cold" for all you non-Isaiah speaking people). We have several snowman ornaments on the tree which are hugged, kissed, and admired daily.
Steve thoughtfully built a small snowman on the deck, right outside the french doors off the family room, so Isaiah could admire it throughout the day; wave 'night-night' in the evening; and probably dream about it in between. A warm, rainy spell killed the snowman one day. Poor Isaiah stood at the window, pointing and wailing at his loss. Steve finally went out and removed the two stick arms, the only remaining parts, to help alleviate his painful reminder...
Thankfully, cooler weather returned and a new snowbaby has taken up residence on the deck. Topped with a red hat and pinecone nose, he is stylin' in his new digs.
