So, February goes on the books as the snowiest month in Pittsburgh history, and I have to say...I'm done. I am normally a polar bear at heart. Bring on the cold and snow, and then give me a mug of hot chocolate and a book by which to enjoy it (polar bears don't ski, you know). But feeling as if I am trapped in my own home by the relentless inches that keep piling up all around me? Not so much. And you would think that being trapped inside would give me plenty of time for blogging. Again, not so much. When your two preschoolers have cabin fever and the only thing that will take it away is
But, being the lemonade types (on occasion), we decided to roll with it, literally, and ventured outside to make a snowman. Here is the beginning of that effort:
You will notice that there is no "after" picture because the snowman was abandoned midstream and the dog took care of the rest. That canine is the biggest fan of killing snowballs that I have ever met. Just to get a face full of snow, she will run in front of our shoveling efforts and normally ends up with a split lip. 
In any case, by the time the snowman was abandoned and devoured, we noticed the neighbors sledding in their backyard by starting at the top of the hillside stairs. Normally not the best plan, but with two feet of snow, anything is possible. Even the digging of habitrails through the backyards. It was the only way to get from point A to point B, but I still expected to see giant hamsters peeking up from behind the snowy walls when I glanced outside. Maybe next year.
