Daddy Built Me a Snowfort

Den got home safely (albeit late and into a different airport than scheduled). On Sunday, he proceeded to chip (literately) at the ice/snow mix that parked in his car. The guy I had paid to do the sidewalk and driveway did a nice job, but only did wide tire tracks for me on the drive. Den thought he might try and break the rest of the snow/ice up in the driveway, but it was just too difficult--and he likes to shovel.

So he decided to take Ed out to play. The front yard, where they are playing was a solid sheet of ice--to the point that Den was slip-sliddin' all over. This may explain why in most pictures Eddie is standing there, soldier-still. For fun, Den tried to slide across the yard several times and almost ended up around the corner and into our backyard because he couldn't stop.

Ever the boy from Wisconsin, Den built Eddie a snowfort out of the chunks he unearthed whilst digging out his car (we've gotten numerous comments on the quality/coolness factor of the fort--I'd be more impressed if he'd added a roof, but it did/does look mighty cool--if not posing a security threat to passersby). These pictures are all out of order, but from the top, they had been outside about 30 min. when it started to snow and then the wind really started cranking. After being cooped up in the house for 2 days, Eddie refused to go inside. It was kind of funny. So we let him stay out a little longer.

This inside picture is of Ed playing while what you can't see in the background is Den passed out with a migrane and head cold, trying to muster the energy to play with Ed on Sunday.

This other picture with all the balls (and if you are an astute observer, you may notice Ed in a different outfit, this is from today). It was 50 degrees today, so the yard is more like snow covered instead of ice covered. Don't ask me why Ed is dressed to the hilt for 50 degrees and then I threw a scarf out the door when the high barely reached 28--and I helped dress him both days.

Everytime Ed goes outside, he wants to take these balls out--these particular balls. He is quite insistent and often won't play until all the balls are out. Of the many games he enjoys, one is having Den throw the balls way up in the air and then giggling with delight as they crash to the ground with a thud (most of the balls are in some very serious stage of deflation and no amount of air can help).




Here are some more pictures of the snow fort under construction. Ed just stood there--it cracked me up--from the comfort of my living room. The rest are pretty self-explanatory. Den is trying to get Ed to throw snow/ice balls in the last picture.
And for a completely random comment, Ed is speaking in complete sentences with some regularity. Today, "I dropped the purple ball" said from his carseat.