Snow musings
Three things I’ve learned about the snow from spending a winter weekend in the mountains:
1. Don’t try to kick random snowballs on the ground to see how far they’ll go. Chances are, if they’re on the ground in snowball form, they’re most likely frozen solid and have fused themselves to the ground. Yeah, ouch.
2. Driving on ice is scary. And also very fun.
3. I’m a wuss. A really, really cold wuss.
Also, just a quick side note: apparently, last week was de-lurking week in the blog world. Meaning if you’re here reading this blog, you should come out of the shadows and comment to let me know that hey, I’m here! I am reading! Keep writing! OK, you don’t have to be that enthusiastic, but just a little hello would be totally cool. It’s nice to know who’s out there, and I’d love to say hi back. Also, I am totally aware that this de-lurking week was last week, but that’s the way I roll, yo. If you know me at all, you know that I am incapable of doing anything or being anywhere on time. So, delurk, my friends — make yourself known!





Darn it, you caught me. I love reading about life with your daughter. Mine is 19 months old and I can totally relate. I am jealous that your daughter has so much hair and mine only has a mullet. But I think my Katie’s mouthful of teeth by 1 year and yours having none at 16 months is amazing. Isn’t it strange how kids are so different at these early stages?
If you keep writing, I’ll keep reading. I promise.