Snow Man

We built a snow man Saturday morning. It was hard work, my hands were frezing, and he looked pitiful. I let the boys tackle him without even taking a picture. I decided that we did not have enough yankee blood in us to do a snow man justice. Linny however, is a transplanted yankee and Dad sent us this picture of her snowman.

Great job Linny! In fifteen years when it snows again, you can teach us how to do that. Until then, I think we will stick with sand castles and mud pies.