We don't get many opportunities to play in the snow here in Texas.  It has graced our presence several times this winter, but it seems that each time it comes, Mills has been too sick to go outside.  Yesterday, I got all carpe diem on it.  She had allergies, but I said screw it.  Someone in this house is going to experience a bit of childhood since her parents didn't really get that chance.

One of our neighborhood besties, Natalie, came over (since her kiddos were at school) and we had a ball!  Millie got to have a snowball fight, eat a snowcream cone, and she and I each had the opportunity to make our first snowman together.  Yep, you heard right.  Her first.  My first.  If I built one when I was little, I need a picture to prove it because I have no recollection.  This was a monumental day in Mefford family history!  We dressed the snow(wo)man accordingly in TCU gear and a sparkly scarf, natch.  Wouldn't want our snowpeeps to be without bling, right?!  Mills  adored her new buddy and named her Cutie Pot.  Cutie Pot bit the dust last night, but at least we have photographs of her quick life.  What a life it was!