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).
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I am cracking up that you have a snow blower in Columbus. We don’t even have one in MI – though AJM has his eye on one!
Girl, be careful. Men find them completely addicting. I swear, Jon was like a fricken’ kid in a candy store yesterday with it. And it is quite sad that we have one in Columbus, I know, but at least we have a driveway to blow!!!
I believe it. Our neighbor keeps “helping” us out with snow removal bc he loves using his “toy” (his word)! Miss ya!