I just love driving around after a big snow storm and seeing all the snowmen that have popped up in front yards.
Earlier this week, I passed by this guy on my way home from work.
I'm honestly not even sure what else to say in response to this besides, "Awwweeesome!!!"
I mean just check out the pelvic bones!
This guy is probably the snowman king. The evil snowman king.
And last night, our stroller came in the mail.
Look how beautiful it is.
We tore into the box, quickly assembled it, and exchanged a few little shrieks of joy and excitement.
Then Chas grabbed the handle bars and proceeded to take little cryings (the empty stroller) for a little ride around the house. Laughing, and trying to grab the handle bars so I could have a turn, I followed closely behind him. Together, we strolled around the living room, kitchen, hallway, and ended up in the baby's room.
That's where I just had to forcefully take the stroller and demand a turn pushing it.
Chas wasn't sharing.
This morning, I asked Chas if he thought the baby will love riding in the stroller as much as we love pushing it around.
"Ummm...Probably not" was his response.
And he's probably right.