Big day for the little peeps. Actually, big day for everyone. The fun started last night with a late-night walk in the snow. We were originally planning to drive around the lake and show the girls all the Christmas lights, but then BobBob and Wela tried to sneak off on a walk, so we crashed their party. Probably put a little damper on their smooching and handholding, but the girls sure enjoyed it. Heh. It was lightly snowing, and beautiful.
We did a little more skiing and sledding today. This hill in front of the cabin just rocks. Ro got even braver and was trying to go as fast as possible and Ree preferred sledding to skiing. Hey TubaDad, are you getting tired of pulling little 40-pounders up the hill yet?
Did you know that if your sister crashes her head into your lip, an icicle does wonders for the swelling?
You can imagine the squeals of delight when TubaDad pointed out that the roof of the cabin was practically a breeding ground for icicles:
An igloo was attempted, but BobBob was just not happy with the quality. I believe he used the words "structurally unsound" or something like that. Those NASA engineers are just picky I tell you!
The girls said they wanted to get icecream this afternoon (and no one in our family has ever said no to icecream, nevermind that it's 20-something degrees) so we piled in the car and headed for the nearest parlor. After two or three minutes, it was suspiciously quiet and we looked back to see two stiff little bundled up bodies, asleep in their mittens:
After they woke up, we found some icecream and a cool mountain gondola ride (it was a little foggy in there, so just imagine the amazing view, ok?):
It has really started snowing heavily tonight, so much so that we're a little worried we're going to get snowed in and won't be able to leave tomorrow. We'll see. We've got plenty of Cheerios and milk, so no one's in danger of starving or anything, but there is no chocolate in the cabin, which is pretty bad if you ask me. In the meantime, it sure is purdy! The girls were singing "Over the hills of snow!" (I think it's from Frosty the Snowman?) as we drove around, and they've been trying to catch snowflakes on their tongues all evening.
Sweet! They're playing vintage 70s games right now, and I'm cursing the dial up connection and trying to blog. It doesn't really matter if it takes a while, we don't have any tv, I've finished my book, and it doesn't look like we're going for any walks tonight. I guess if this post shows up, then it worked.