ONCE THERE WAS A SNOWMAN

The day that Grandma and Grandpa Fillmore flew in, we got a bit of snow. The boys had been dying to make a snowman all winter. Dad and Grandpa saved the day and went out late with the boys to fulfill their winter snowman dreams. The snow was perfect for building. Grandma and I hung in the nice, warm house, holding baby Israel. It was a perfect night.

Here are so action shots of the boys with their daddy and grandpa. These are the memories that I just loved documenting.

I love this picture. The boys with Frosty.

 A few weeks later, we got some more snow and I went out with the boys to build a snowman. I haven't built a snowman in YEARS. I forgot how fun it is.

Me with my three big boys... And Frosty the 2nd.

Sterling and I both have such fun memories of playing in the snow. Now our kids are making those same memories.