I have very vivid memories of my first snowman. I was four. The snowman had broken beer bottle glass pieces for eyes. We had to drive to the mountains to find the snow (from southern California).
Last month, while we were in Utah, Kaia made her first proper snowman. (She may not remember, but when she was two there was a strange snowstorm in Houston and she saw snow for the first time!)
Harry touched snow for the first time. Again, we had to drive to the mountains...the snow had melted off the ground in the "valley." It was June, after all.
Months ago, when Kaia first found out that we were planning a trip to Utah, she said, "We will have to be sure to pack a carrot and some rocks or buttons or something..."
She had lots of help making her snowman...
Good thing, too, since she kept getting distracted!
Here she found "the perfect rocks for the snowman!"
Harry, of course, tasted the snow.
More than once.
What a good looking snowman!
And some group shots...
I loved the fact that even as we pulled away, other drivers pulled over to check out our awesome snowman. We didn't even leave the scarf! That's how cool he was!
Nearby were gorgeous mountain views and other great adventures.
And what better picture to end with, than this one? You just have to know...he was laughing hysterically because he and his uncles were growling at each other!