The Snowman that will last until June.

Ab is such an "I want to play outside...get me out the freaking house" kind of girl. Much more than I'll ever be. She sees snow and she's gone...and can be outside for HOURS. This past weekend gave her ample opportunity for projects in the snow, and the project she put on the table was not for the weak.

Earlier in the afternoon, Ab made a stop through in the kitchen and mentioned that she needed "a little help" rolling the base of the snowman. Unbeknown to us, she had rolled a ball about 30 or so feet and had created a pretty good base all by herself. She and Blair (being the good, fun dad that he is and I'm not) then went outside to begin making Frosty (That's what Abby later named him...very original). (Invitations for me to join were promptly excused with "I don't do snow, just sand." I have never owned ski/snow pants and I've lived in Utah 20 years...)

The beginning stages:

A break had to be given for church and dinner...and then those two were back at it. With a goal to roll the base all the way around to the front yard. Blair called our neighbor Deeno (Who is a recent transplant from the Bahamas) to help push.

This is where it became entertaining for me. I even put on my hood and stood outside to watch. All the while laughing so hard that tears began streaming. These two large men took TWO hours to complete this world's (or at least Howe's) largest snowman. I think they both were exhausted at the end.

Abby was in absolute seventh heaven. Laughing, running, sliding, and LOVING every minute of her 10 degree, three hour experience with her dad. Making a memory I doubt she will ever forget. I'm so glad I at least married someone who remembers how much fun it is to play...even though it requires a few extra ibuprofen this time around.