Gotta admit it: Even though Denver’s dump of snow put a crimp in my road-biking plans, we’ve been loving it Chez Canuck. When school was canceled, we invited over some of our neighborhood besties and made cinnamon rolls.
Had a rousing tournament of Super Mario Bros.
Evidently, personal space is not an issue when crowding around the Wii.
And then we played to our heart’s content outside. We built a killer snow fort and obstacle course.
I had my 1,204th attempt at making a snowman. Little known fact about me: even thought I grew up in the Great, White North, I absolutely suck at making giant balls of snow. I often blame it on Denver’s non-pliable powder but when I saw a neighbor’s perfectly rubenesque snowman, my competitive fuel was fired.
And yes, I realize I am pretty pathetic if a mere snowman ignites my competitive drive.
In my defense, my husband’s obsession started with just wanting to grow the biggest pumpkin in the neighborhood.
I started out strong as the snow cooperated. After that, I really have no excuse because in the end, my snowman resembled a cross between the Leaning Tower of Pisa and E.T.
In a desperate, last-ditch attempt to save face I decided props were the answer. Any guesses on who is my celebrity snowman?
Hint #1: He recently got accosted with a golf club.
Hint #2: I christened him with an extra-long Pinocchio nose made out of “wood.”
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 