Nothing like the snow to bring out our respective personalities:
Maria, the muscle. She rolled that snowball until it took both Jon and I to lift it.
Mario, the provoker. He threw snowballs at me and Jon and Ri every time we turned our backs on him.
Jon, the machine-lover. He couldn’t wait to get home to his snow blower and clear off the bit of snow at the end of the driveway that had accumulated throughout the day (Mario in the foreground making his snowball move).
And me. The do-er. “Let’s stop this nonsense and build our snowman!”
And since I have trained my kids well, we ended up with not one snowman but five of them scattered throughout our lawn (the neighbor kids did come down and help to their credit).