Once There Was a Snowman

Snow on the ground this morning.  

We walked across the street to go sledding, and when we were done, Brandt said,

"I want to build a snowman."

The snow was the perfect consistency, so we rolled balls in our front yard.

No one can sing about this guy, 

"Once there was a snowman--tall, tall, tall."

Ours is short.

And he has a hump.  

You can't see it in this picture, but looking out the kitchen window, the hump is glaringly obvious.

I am calling him Igor.

Lest you think I am a lackadaisical mother, when we started out sledding, both children had on hats and gloves.

They took them off and would not put them back on.  

They ended up wet and cold, but happy with our snow-guy creation.