Meet Mr Timnabobble.
He's a snowman.
Not necessarily the dance around a field with children type, but hey, we can't all be Frosty. Mr Timnabobble prefers quiet evenings with his pipe and newspaper, and loves a good pair of loose-fit corduroys.
Meet Mr. Timnabobble's friends.
Making Rice Krispie snowmen with the twins.
Yet another reason why I love Christmas break.
{And sentence fragments, apparently.}
PS // I just have to give a tiny shout-out to my Sammy.
My sweet husband did so much so I could have the perfect birthday.
Every detail was taken care of.
It started with him sneaking out of bed at 5 am
to clean the lovenest, do laundry,
and bring me breakfast in bed.
And it just got better from there :)
He's so great.
Mr Timnabobble is also great, but that's just because he doesn't know he's going to be eaten tomorrow at our Christmas party. My condolences.
