...and so we built a snow man. You guys- it was epic. Taller than gid (he's marking where the hat sat on the snowman). I ran inside to grab the camera, and when I came out, there was a sad pile of snow with a guilty looking husband standing over it. It's all for the best. We were a little worried it could've smashed some unmonitored toddler.
I can see it now on the front page of the newspaper:
"WANDERING CHILD KILLED BY GINORMOUS SNOWMAN--
BUILDERS IN PRISON FOR LIFE"
Anyway, we rebuilt a more reasonable sized snowman. He's wearing a hat and an apron- a subtle message than men shouldn't feel like helping with household chores is inappropriate.
Building him reminded me of old calvin and hobbes cartoons- anyone else read those non-stop growing up?
1st box: calvin (to suzie)- what's wrong with your snowman?
suzie- it's a snow woman.
2nd box: calvin's mom- I don't care-
we're not having an anatomically correct snowman in the front yard.
(Calvin's dad-"He know's I hate this")
calvin's dad: eggplant casserole tonight?
calvin's mom: why, yes!
If you haven't read calvin and hobbes, you need to.
I think he's very friendly, wouldn't you agree?
... and I have a cute husband.
Notice the little villagers at my feet? They were inspired by this cartoon:
When we were done we came into our warm home and made hot cocoa and cinnamon rolls while we listened to some jazz music with a subtle christmas hint...
life is good.