There were those that doubted us on this to-do. 10 feet? Seriously? Um, like, how are you going to find enough snow? Isn’t that taller than a house? How are you going to stabilize the thing?

The truth is, we went outside with our snow pants and gloves with absolutely no idea how we were going to build a 10-ft snowman. Once we got the balls rolling, it all just came together.

I’m actually amazed by the whole process. I’m amazed that John’s whole family was willing to pitch in and help us accomplish this ridiculous to-do. I’m even more amazed that we managed to find a backhoe (a backhoe!?) on such short notice. I guess that’s one of the perks of being in the country: everybody knows somebody who owns a backhoe.

(Gratitude and thanks to everyone who was a part of making this to-do happen, and to John Vanderhaar for saving the day.)