Snowman in a Fish Bowl

During saturday afternoon naps, Eric looked up from his basketball game and I from my book to see Yaya out in the front yard attempting to hoist a sizable middle ball onto the bottom ball of her snowman in the making.

Oh look. Yaya's making a snowman. Who knew?
Sweet Eric took pity on her and went out to help. What a good son-in-law.

Eli, once he woke up, and I however, did not go help. We watched the snowman show from the comfort and warmth of our living room.

Nice new haircut there young man.

Working hard.

I love this shot. Nice work guys!

So proud of their workmanship. As well they should be.

Only once the snowman was finished and Yaya and Eric were pooped, did Eli decide he wanted to go outside.

And he got replaced by baby A, fresh from his nap.

Dreamy...

I'm pretty sure those are visions of sugarplums in those dreamy eyes. Dizzy is so ready. Is there anything sweeter than a 3-year-old at Christmas? Me thinks not.

The last three days he's been spending evenings donning his Santa hat, toting his sack, and riding in his sleigh delivering toys to all his buddies. Nevermind that his sack is a garbage bag, and his sleigh is the cozy coupe. He's fully committed to the character. He talks to, feeds and cares for his reindeer including but not limited to the standard eight, plus Rudolph, Rudolph's parents, Clarice and even Fireball. Remember Fireball?

And because there had to be a bit of cooperative sneaking, the fella let me in on what Eli thinks I need for Christmas and it is crazy thoughtful and observant for a 3-year-old.

My heart is warmed. Hope yours is too.