Piggysnoot

Our first major snow. Nora was more interested in the eating of the snow than the playing in the snow. And while the idea of a snowman sounded good she was less interested when she found out that it would require her to actually stand in the snow.

The next day we went sledding with my parents. Dad was the head spectator along with being the sled loader-upper…and the pushing to get us started down the hill guy. Mom went with us a few times. I stuck it out for one extra trip down the hill with Nora. Climbing back up, as everyone knows, was a bitch. For me and Mom. Nora rode on the sled on the way up and on the way down. A good time was had by all. The official number of times we went down the hill was three. Future sledding excursions will include bringing Uncle Kyle and a few of his teenage friends to pull Nora back up the hill. Plus they could be in charge of the oxygen tanks for the rest of us old MoFos. I have no photographic evidence because (like a horrible camera owner), I forgot to charge the battery. Trust me when I say it was fun.