I spy joy in a snowman

Last week when we were swimming in snow my kids were able to make a decent snowman for the first time since I don’t know when. They had so much fun rolling and rolling a snowball until it was big enough to be considered a body part.

We were inspired by the neighbors who had not one, but two snowpeople in their yard – a snow woman and a snow David (yes, like the famous sculpture). After taking a closer look at the anatomically correct snow woman across the street my daughter insisted we add breasts to our snow(wo)man; which ended up looking a lot more like a poor imitation of a Picasso than a Michelangelo. Ah, well – a joyous time was had by all, and no one lost an ear.