This morning as Etta and I were enjoying our warm, comfy pajamas by the fireplace, Keith reminded me that we needed to go build a snowman for Etta. Really? I whined about this like a four-year-old because I didn't feel like being cold, but he made me. So, I changed my clothes and I put Etta in about four layers of clothes and we went out (in the cold) to build our snowman.
Well, Keith tried and then I tried, but "operation snowman" was a spectacular failure! The snow was just too powdery and it wouldn't stick together. So, we made snow angels instead. :)
And Keith spun Etta until she got dizzy.








