This photo is a little blurry - within a few minutes of leaving the house the snow really started to come down. By the time we stopped for a snack at the coffee shop "baby girl" had a good inch of snow in her lap.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Begining of the day.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday evening, after work and school, we decided to break from the typical evening of Rick working on the house and B and I hanging at home. Instead we took advantage of our close proximity to the local Y and headed in for some family swim time. We thought it would take a bit to reorient Brynna with the pool and the skills she learned last year at swim lessons. Boy were we wrong. Apparently all of her time "swimming" in the bathtub has paid off. Her excitement was contagious. As soon as the bubbles were on Brynna jumped right in - occasionally fogetting that she couldn't quite swim yet. By the end of the evening she was swimming with a semi-doggie paddle using us for balance only.
Monday, January 12, 2009
While Don and I worked on insulating and sheathing the exterior, Marcy shoveled the house and kept the dog entertained.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Monday, January 05, 2009
This year, the softball game petered out quickly (mostly because we all suck now) and we decided to go for an even older Nelson tradition, demolition sledding. The premise is simple, get a sucker to head down the driveway first then come from behind and try to wipe out, flip, ram, dismember etc the sledder in front. If all goes well, you end up with a pile of twisted limbs, snow down the crack of your arse and someone hopping around going "ow, ow, ow". Oh, and did I mention that we have a dog who loves to chase us, grab us by the arm, head, taint, whatever is available and thrash us to death like a cute little woodland bunny? This year didn't disappoint.
As an added bonus, this year B decided that she was going to finally try sledding and thankfully she loved it. Before long she'll be piloting the toboggan of death.
face full of snow
Step 1, grab dad by the hood.