Shoveling Snow with Hula Girl…

…is WAAAAAAY easier than it sounds! Yes, indeedy, it is surely a fun day when we get to go outside in the freshly fallen snow and shovel the driveway.

We get all bundled up- Hula Girl in her gigantic puffy pink snowsuit, complete with ears on the hood and me in my jacket and hat. Then we head outside while Hula Girl chants over and over, “Eat wah no? Eat wah no?” (Eat fresh snow? Eat fresh snow?)

I grab the shovel and head to the driveway, and she runs out to the tree in the yard. Then I shovel the driveway while she proceeds to grab branch after branch and lick the snow off them for up to 15 minutes straight. Then, she’ll move on to doing face-first snow angels in attempts to inhale ALL the “wah no” at once. She generally ends up with snow stuck all over her hat, hood, and cheeks. Then she’ll giggle, get up, and run around the half-shoveled driveway, chanting, “Yah-yay! Yah-yay!” (Chassé! Chassé!) She’s a snow ballerina, duh.

It took me about 30 minutes to completely shovel the driveway, but in that time, my little Hula Girl ate enough snow to keep her hydrated for decades. Okay, maybe not decades. But she ate a lot of snow. And I love it.

I also remembered that I wanted to chronicle this little habit of hers: she calls all blankets “Nee-nee.” But her two special blankets that she sleeps with are always called “Neen wah nee-nee.” Always. Why she must make the distinction between regular ol’ blankets and “clean fresh blankets” is beyond me. Especially since they haven’t been laundered in a while, and they’re not exactly clean or fresh right now. (Don’t worry, she ONLY has them for sleeping. They don’t get dragged around in the mud or on the floor of Walmart or anything gross like that.) And the fact that she can’t say “fresh” is hilarious to me… Wah? Really? I hope she never says “fresh” the normal way.

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