Iced In

We were hoping for a pile of snow Sunday night, but instead, we got ice. Chris had a busy week planned at work, but stayed home. He thought about getting out this morning to help a friend with a downed tree, but couldn't even get down the driveway.

Icicles were hanging off Beefy, but he wouldn't let me get a good shot.

 I always think it's funny to see the chickens standing on one leg, trying to keep at least one foot warm.

I took Joe and Z over to the neighbor's pasture yesterday to go sledding, the freezing rain making for a faster ride than fluffy snow. We had to dodge the rocks and frozen cow pies, but they had fun, so we went back again this morning. Finley decided to come along this time. All was well, until Joe caught some air off a clump of grass and landed on his shoulder. My tailbone is also feeling the effects from the rough rides.

And in other news, Z is growing up. Last weekend, she decided to start making PB&Js all on her own. The a few days later, she lost her second top-front tooth, the first one already growing in at a crazy angle. It didn't bother me when she went off to Kindergarten a year and a half ago, but for some reason, this week left me feeling sentimental.