Our Own Little Sledding Hill

We found the "Hot Spot" for this winters activities. Every great neighborhood has the places where the kids all get together and hang out. Ours happens to be a hill across the street from our house where the kids spent hours sledding and throwing snowballs with all their friends.
It was quite nostalgic as I remember the long winter days of doing the same thing with my own neighbor friends growing up. I remember pulling our sleds to the hill and coming home with red hands and hot chocolate waiting for us. Oh the memories..

Sorry... I gotta brag (it's my blog - I can do what I want)
MY KIDS ARE SO DARN CUTE!!! I CAN'T STAND IT!

Thank You Snow Gods

We know the drill. Labor Day weekend the beard starts growing and won't come off till that first ski day of true powder.
It's a Brian Thing......

So I am pleased to announce that kissing my husband is much more pleasant again! The beard came off and my sink looked as if a large rat had exploded... (ya... it was pretty bad). I love this guy and his crazy rituals.