
It snowed on Saturday, and I’ve two small boys that need to move, so at 8 a.m. we bundled up, grabbed our sleds and headed for the terribly named Suicide Hill (a very small hill in our neighborhood park). We must have been out there for an hour or so having a complete blast. Once our noses had turned Rudolph-red, and our hands and ears ached from the cold we headed back home. To speed up the journey I pulled them both on the sled all the while they threw snowballs at the back of my head (they’re darling). When we got home I made them hot cocoa, and put on The Secret Life Of Pets. I then ran into the kitchen and started to prep for cookie baking. When I was ready to go I called out to my boys to see if they wanted to be my little kitchen helpers. They didn’t even answer me thanks to being tuckered out from our early morning snow adventure. Hooray! I get to bake alone! This is the best snow day ever! For the next two hours I drank coffee, listened to Christmas carols and baked delicious, chewy gingerbread cookies. All by myself. Continue reading →




