Sledding at the Cabin

We spent Martin Luther King Weekend up at my Grandma's cabin.

We love the cabin.

The first night we roasted weenies in the fireplace.

I am not sure if we were mature enough to handle such a humorous activity.

We spent a lot of time just hanging out in the cabin.

Watching movies, playing games, eating.. you get the idea.

Pretty (pregnant) sister #1

Daniel (or six, as I like to call him) brought his friend Martin.

Isn't this a cute picture?

What a good Dad.

My gentlemen.

I used to love watching movies from the railing.

Now Hazel and Tyler do it.

Same picture, different view.

We are a close family...

Chris and Lesley came up for the day.

Jaxen loves Hazel..... or at least he hair.

During the week, my dad carries pens, his palm pilot and other important things in his pocket.

On the weekend, he carries Sugar Babies.

We also spent a lot of time sledding and playing in the snow.

My Dad pushing Daniel and Martin down the hill.

Jaxen thought the snow as fascinating.

He thought sledding was a little boring.

Pretty sister #2 (not pregnant)

Self portrait

Thanks Dad

Kati and I tried to go sledding together.

The key word there is tried.

We crashed. A lot.

I have the coolest Dad ever.

Even at 51 he still throws on his bib over-all snow pants and plays in the snow with us.

I threw a snowball at Tim.

It hit him right in his handsome face.

It was awesome....

Until he got me back.

My Dad got these boots when he was in high school.

He paid $100 for them.

I'd say they were a good investment.

He wanted to eat it.

Aren't they cute?

Notice the scowl on Erick's face.

He wasn't impressed.