We got some snow. I finally get to shovel:
and make snow angels:
and ski. Yes, I am cheating on the uphills:
I do the pulling on the downhills, so Dad can keep up:
I love the snow, but our hedgehogs are not happy to be buried:
First day of ‘pine skiing:
Nan and Pop are here!
You think you’re the boss of this job, Pop? Wha ha ha.
Oh, yes. The snowman has beer bottle arms. The Bigs go out for a ski, and Pop and I get a little crazy.
We had turkey for Thanksgiving. And every meal since. Spatchcocked, grilled Narragansett turkey:
Why is Pop not out there helping with the snow shoveling?