This is our second Maine winter, and they’re so much better than Kansas winters. Kansas is windy, and the winters are colder with a lot more ice. We didn’t get decent snowfalls in Kansas either. I honestly don’t know why anyone complains about Maine winters. They’re very efficient about plowing the roads here. You see snowplows out on the roads even before the snow starts falling. Many people have plows mounted on the front of their own trucks.
We just had our first really good heavy snowfall. I love the snow. Everything looks so beautiful covered in a fresh white blanket. I also like how peaceful and quiet it is outside, as the soft snow absorbs the sounds.
I LOVE winter. In winter the air is crisp and the driving fun. One reason I love winter is because I love snow. It’s great. It’s cold and beautiful.
I grew up in Alaska so these Maine winters don’t really bother me. As I said, I actually like them which makes most other Mainers scratch their heads and give me quizzical looks. Kirsten and I agree that the winters here are far more agreeable than those we experienced in Kansas.
I think it’s important to have balance in our lives. Winter balances summer nicely. People in Maine are adventurous and active partly because most activities are seasonal. The anticipation heightens the experience.
The way to make a snowman is to take one big chunk of ice and put it somewhere on the ground wherever you want the snowman. Then if you want to make it a little smooth, take a bucket and put snow in it and bring it by the snowman. If people are with you, you can all put snow on it. If you want to make the snowman bigger and bigger, you get more and do the same thing with it.
When you’re done you can get a carrot for the nose, two raisins for the eyes, and you can get one long piece of licorice for the mouth. If you want some arms, you get two sticks. If you want the snowman to have a hat, you can get a bucket and put it on the snowman’s head or you can use your own hat for the snowman. If you want it to look like it snowed on the snowman, you can take snow and sprinkle it on its hat. If you don’t want anybody to make the snowman tinier or mess it up, you can get a bunch of chunks of ice and put them around the snowman.
Snow is good.
Snow is great.
Snow is like the best playmate.
You can make snowballs and have snow fights,
while flying kites.
Make snow angels;
make snow forts.
You could also make snowmen that ride go-carts.
If you’re really sneaky you could…
crush some ice on someones head.
Last night I watched a movie called “The Incredible Hulk”. It was kind of scary and crazy at the same time. My favorite part is when Bruce (The Hulk) saves Elizabeth Ross’ life. The main character and the best character is Hulk. I hope the other Hulk doesn’t invade the Earth.
I have four sisters and no brothers. We played with dolls and dress-ups and played “house,” but other than that I don’t remember doing a lot of “girlie” stuff. I particularly enjoyed riding bikes, catching bugs, playing in the barn, building with blocks, and playing with matchbox cars in the dirt. My dad took us fishing, we played basketball together, and we went on camping trips.
Growing up with a brother might have made me tougher. I’ve noticed that boys are a bit rougher and more provoking than girls. Of course one of my sisters (I won’t name any names) did tie me up and gag me once. Though I may have benefited from having a brother, I loved growing up with all of my sisters.
A brother would certainly help me understand boys (and men) better. Fortunately I have Brent to enlighten me. ;-)
If I could have a brother I would want one. I would want him to be a big brother. He could help me when I wanted a little bit of help, like in my workbook or my sight words.
Sometimes we could play together, too. I would like to play dinosaurs since it’s boyish and I like dinosaurs. When we would go somewhere he would be a little nice to sit with. While we’re driving we could play together, but not really dinosaurs or something. Like, we could make a little handshake or something.
He would be a little playful. He could wrestle with me when Daddy is busy.