What better way to spend Christmas than to build our own Frosty. We were both quite proud of our own little frosty. Neither of us were willing to give up our hats for him - it was snowing quite a bit when we were out there and it was very wet snow. And perhaps he wasn't as big as the "real" Frosty - but still we were proud!!!!
We even got the sleds out and I gave Megan a good sliding lesson on a little hill. She's getting ready for her big trip to Minnesota. This is just breaking her in!She loved it! And I have to admit, I loved it too!
Poor Daddy (ha, ha) had to stay inside and miss the snow action - he was hanging with a grumpy Nicole - who doesn't seem to be healing from her ear infections. But they were watching the action from afar.Right after we played, we ran inside to change and head to my parents for our Christmas stocking exchange. While we were gone the snow kept falling and we arrived home to snow that had not melted - but kept on piling up. I don't know for sure how much we got - but I'd guess it was at least 3 inches. We came home to a pretty winter wonderland. Here's to a new GA record - It's been 130 years since we'd even had a trace of snow on Christmas.