NYE, baby.
Oh gosh. My cheeks hurt from laughing. In the words of Ewan, “Thee!” and “Watchis!”
This New Year’s Eve, our friends from Oklahoma are here to help ring in the New Year. To wile away some daylight, we caravanned the children via sled down to the park v. going to ski in 4-degree weather. Brrr and brrr.
Snow clothes always require lots of adjusting, don’t you think?
We arrived to survey our new territory. Stuff to pillage and destroy, conquer and maim.
First man in? Tyler. Go baby.
We decided to just throw Ewan in with Holden, thinking it would end in mayhem and a pile of kids down at the bottom of the hill. Keep in mind, Ewan is not yet yet two years old…
I think he liked it.
A lot.
So did Holden.
And so did Hank and I.
And Brad and Katie.
And the big boys.
And the really big boys.
They were going ludicrous speed.
Even Ellie liked it.
Actually, Ellie especially liked it. She liked catching snowballs in particular.
This six-year-old accidentally got stuck to the back of Hank’s sled for a run.
But turns out, he was fine. He’s a “I do my own stunts” kind of guy.
Remember this one? He’s a “No Fear” kind of guy. Yikes.
Crikey it was a fun day.
Apologies for a sparsely worded post, but signing off, now. Time to give someone a kiss for the Happy New Year.
