Behold. Bo's first ever snowman. (Er, snowlady in this case.)
It seems crazy to me that it took 34 for years for him to ever have built a snowman, but I suppose that's how life is when you grow up in Florida. He's loving the snow and the weather here, which is great, because I was mildly worried that he'd hate the cold and icky winter weather that I'd missed so much. He's outside shoveling ice as I type. Rory's taking her 5th nap of the day, and I'm sitting at our dining table, wrapped up in 3 layers, sipping coffee.
Hope your morning is just as peaceful and cozy as mine!