So, we bundled up in our finest snow clothes (including tutus) and headed to the backyard.
The husband shoveled the snow.
Grandma and the big kid worked to form a body.
A head was added and the figure was carefully adjusted.
The finished touches were added with no help from the scarf and carrot stealing dog.
The inspector made sure everything was looking right.
And finally Bob the Snowman was born into the Torres clan.
Complete with a pipe, a pink scarf, and a carrot nose.
He fits in perfectly with the family.