Winter stuff

Every year the oral surgery department has Santa visit their private practice office in North Liberty. You can't tell from the picture, but Noelle LOVED Santa. She told him all about Cinderella's hair and lips and shoes and dress. It was quite the conversation.

Laura was forced into the photos against her will (though she looks smiley enough here). Apparently she is too old to be photographed with Santa this year. Someone might think she still believes in him.

Here I am wearing the sweats I wore the day before, slept in, and then wore to this function. (TMI?) Anyway, this was the first year it dawned on me that most of the other residents and their families dress up to get their picture taken with Santa. Not us, though. However, I was comfy.

The kids scoping out the loot Santa gave them:

After lunch we headed to the park for some sledding. The walk was not as long as Laura makes it look.

Within about a half hour, Noelle felt like this:

And Isaac decided to try another hill "because this hill kept getting snow in his face" only to return ten minutes later pouting, colapsing on the ground, and plugging his ears whenever we tried to persuade him to join in the fun.

So I decided to go back home with the party poopers. Which I enjoyed. If anyone knows me, I am the queen of the party poopers, especially in the winter. In fact, the highlight of the experience was realizing that I have taught these two something very important, (and I know this wisdom has sunk deep into their hearts because Noelle just repeated it not five minutes ago, an entire week later, as she was looking out the window). They have learned this:

Snow is yucky!

Yes it is, little wise ones! But there's always hot chocolate and cookies waiting at home to help you forget the evil cold stuff.