It's winter baby!

Okay, so listen. I seriously just made the best snowman ever. I mean, I can remember making some really good ones as a kid - ones where you shape them so the balls are fairly round, rather than all lumpy - but this one totally takes the cake. It helped that we got 30 cm (a foot) of snow today and every flake that fell from the sky was the wet sticky kind, perfect for snowmen.

It took Jake and I (well, mostly me) an hour just to roll, stack and shape the balls. Jake helped by making snowballs with his snowball maker. Look, I'm not actually sure how that helped, but that's his story and he's sticking to it.

I pulled the purple boa off the brim of the witch hat I wore on halloween, and pulled the tip of the hat into itself to make the top a little more squared off. I used some small grapevine balls for the eyes, a carrot for the nose (duh) and Christmas ornaments for his mouth and buttons.

After the snowman building - which is really harder than it looks - and the shovelling, we rested for a wee bit and had supper. Then we went back out and toured the neighbourhood from the comfort of the van, to check out some Christmas lights. When we got back, the Baby Man went to bed and I went temporarily insane.

I agreed to take Jake sledding so we put all our outdoor gear back on and trudged walked to the park. He went up and down the hill three times, then we made snow angels, had a snow fight and rolled around in the untouched snow at the park. We chased each other around and took a few more runs down the hill. Then we walked back home. Very slowly.

And now I need to go take some advil or tylenol or robaxacet. Or perhaps all three. With a lot of wine.  Or is that whine? But first I want to go outside and brush the fresh snow off of Frosty. Because he looks messy now and I'm just a little OCD. Besides, if people are going to stop dead on the street to admire your snowman I think the least you could do is make sure he's all cleaned up.