This morning we woke to a HUGE dump of snow that apparently happened after 8 am (yes, we slept in) but made it look like it had been working at it all night. We all quickly ate some breakfast and then before even getting dressed, we put our snowpants on and headed outside to play before Tyler had to leave for some meetings. We had a blast. We were exhausted from the few days leading up to this point, my being sick and having a primary party on the Friday night, so some time just doing whatever was definitely welcomed. We started out just trying to make our way through the snow, which was almost knee high in some spots on Tyler and I, so it was proving challenging for our children.
We slid down the slide a couple of times and then realized that this snow was almost perfect for snowmen, with a little extra effort in packing.
So Tyler got on the move rolling out his first segment, while I got busy wiping runny noses...often.
Because there was so much snow and it packed so well, it didn't take long for the first segment of our snowman to get...well, a little too large, as you can see. It was past Tyler's waist, and probably 300 lbs or more. So we decided on a spot for it to be, and just left it, because every time we tried to adjust it, it would gain mass and be even harder to push. At this point, Max was getting a bit tired so we sat him up on top of the big ball and let him slide down a few times, which he thought was amazing.
We had started on our second segment and soon realized that we wouldn't be able to lift it to get it on top of the first. Tyler and I tried, but the thing didn't even budge, so we tried whistling and yelling to Papa, who was in the comfort of his warm home, to come and help us out. None of us wanted to make the trek in the snow up to his house to actually knock on the door. Max attempted and walked about 10 feet before he said he was exhausted. He pressed forward and did eventually get to the front door and asked Papa to help.
Tyler went to rescue him and brought him home on the shovel, along with the beach toys so the kids had something to play with. Papa and Dad made several attempts of getting the one on top of the other. We had a snow ball break, and had to recreate it.
This was because we only used one plank and quickly realized the volume of our snowball required more. So several planks were brought out and Papa and Dad pushed that huge segment up onto the first...now for the head! Making it was much easier, as was lifting it because it wasn't as heavy (still about 100lbs, but nothing like the other two), but now we had height to deal with.
Once our 3-segmented snowman was complete, it was time to trim him. We got some old antlers that we had found in the yard and decided this would be a jack-a-lope snowman. This also began the rummaging for other accessories, which finally lead to using an old piece of tarp that had blown into our yard from the neighbours about a year ago as a cape. Now he was a superhero jack-a-lope, so spray paint was brought out to finish off his chest symbol. What a happy, heroic looking snowman.
About 10 feet tall and 800lbs. The fog was rolling in again and it was cooling off, so we took a couple of quick pictures and then headed inside for apple cider and hot dogs. Tyler had to leave quickly for his conference and the kids and I stayed tucked indoors most of the rest of the day. Grandma and Janeen were sure surprised to see our giant when they came home. It was a great snowman in theory, that we thought would last forever, but unfortunately it warmed up that day enough to melt him to the point of being unable to hold up his own weight and he toppled over by about 9pm that night. He just wasn't built for durability. I guess that's a lesson to be learned...in snowmen, as well as people, aren't always better when they're bigger...sometimes they're just bigger.
This morning we woke to a HUGE dump of snow that apparently happened after 8 am (yes, we slept in) but made it look like it had been working at it all night. We all quickly ate some breakfast and then before even getting dressed, we put our snowpants on and headed outside to play before Tyler had to leave for some meetings. We had a blast. We were exhausted from the few days leading up to this point, my being sick and having a primary party on the Friday night, so some time just doing whatever was definitely welcomed. We started out just trying to make our way through the snow, which was almost knee high in some spots on Tyler and I, so it was proving challenging for our children. 
We slid down the slide a couple of times and then realized that this snow was almost perfect for snowmen, with a little extra effort in packing. 
So Tyler got on the move rolling out his first segment, while I got busy wiping runny noses...often. 
Because there was so much snow and it packed so well, it didn't take long for the first segment of our snowman to get...well, a little too large, as you can see. It was past Tyler's waist, and probably 300 lbs or more. So we decided on a spot for it to be, and just left it, because every time we tried to adjust it, it would gain mass and be even harder to push. At this point, Max was getting a bit tired so we sat him up on top of the big ball and let him slide down a few times, which he thought was amazing. 
We had started on our second segment and soon realized that we wouldn't be able to lift it to get it on top of the first. Tyler and I tried, but the thing didn't even budge, so we tried whistling and yelling to Papa, who was in the comfort of his warm home, to come and help us out. None of us wanted to make the trek in the snow up to his house to actually knock on the door. Max attempted and walked about 10 feet before he said he was exhausted. He pressed forward and did eventually get to the front door and asked Papa to help. 
Tyler went to rescue him and brought him home on the shovel, along with the beach toys so the kids had something to play with. Papa and Dad made several attempts of getting the one on top of the other. We had a snow ball break, and had to recreate it. 
This was because we only used one plank and quickly realized the volume of our snowball required more. So several planks were brought out and Papa and Dad pushed that huge segment up onto the first...now for the head! Making it was much easier, as was lifting it because it wasn't as heavy (still about 100lbs, but nothing like the other two), but now we had height to deal with. 
Once our 3-segmented snowman was complete, it was time to trim him. We got some old antlers that we had found in the yard and decided this would be a jack-a-lope snowman. This also began the rummaging for other accessories, which finally lead to using an old piece of tarp that had blown into our yard from the neighbours about a year ago as a cape. Now he was a superhero jack-a-lope, so spray paint was brought out to finish off his chest symbol. What a happy, heroic looking snowman.
About 10 feet tall and 800lbs. The fog was rolling in again and it was cooling off, so we took a couple of quick pictures and then headed inside for apple cider and hot dogs. Tyler had to leave quickly for his conference and the kids and I stayed tucked indoors most of the rest of the day. Grandma and Janeen were sure surprised to see our giant when they came home. It was a great snowman in theory, that we thought would last forever, but unfortunately it warmed up that day enough to melt him to the point of being unable to hold up his own weight and he toppled over by about 9pm that night. He just wasn't built for durability. I guess that's a lesson to be learned...in snowmen, as well as people, aren't always better when they're bigger...sometimes they're just bigger.
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