The Hills Are Alive With the Sound of Giggling

The afternoon of my birthday, Cody asked if we could walk up to the school and sled down the big hill—something they hear about but have never tried. I almost said no, but then thought, what the hell? You only turn 35 once. 

So up we trudged, with E in my arms (which almost fell off by the end of this excursion) because she is both too little to sled and too bundled to fit in the backpack.

And down they went! It was a big hill for Cordelia's little legs. She kept sliding, falling, then whine/crying, so Cody manfully slung her sled over his shoulder and pulled it up…then pulled her up, too.

Here they are, using tomato stakes from the garden as ski poles. 

Here's our SnowBatman!

 And here is next year's Christmas card.

These are just fun. :) 

Notice anything different?