The same snowstorm that caused me so much anguish as our airplane was landing in Salt Lake brought good times for the kids outside over the next few days. Charlotte was especially excited to romp around in the snow, make a snowman, make some snow angels, and see the white flakes falling from the sky.
My brother David (a.k.a. Uncle Bubba) helped Charlotte build, and destroy, a snowman in the front yard.
A Houstonian born and bred, this little guy wasn't such a fan of the snow for the first few days, preferring just to watch the action from his chair on the patio.
Fast forward to a few days later when temperatures hit the low 60s in Utah. Frosty began to bite the dust ...
But the warm weather put Grey back into a good mood!
(Yep, that's a ladle in his hand. We were hard up for toys at Grammy's.)
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