Today, on Superbowl Sunday, the snow has been coming down in massive clumps. To ease my churning anxiety, I decided to go outside and play in the snow with the girls. They beat me outside, and were already crafting tiny snowmen on the hill by the time I was appropriately attired.
I began making a snowman of my own - a BIG one - to show them up. I changed gears midway, and decided to roll a giant snowball down the hill like in the cartoons. The ball got pretty massive, but then hit a bump and broke into 3 pieces. J and I continued rolling 2 pieces down the hill, while L crafted the remaining chunk into a seat.
We planned to build a snowman with our snowballs at the bottom of the hill by the driveway. Small problem though - the mid section was too heavy to lift on to the base! Instead we decided to make a lying down snowman, who in the course of the crafting, became a tragically murdered snowman.
Here he is, with a stake through his heart.