Living in a Winter Wonderland!

I have always loved winter. Well, I love fall too, and spring, but really, I love winter. I love when the snow covers everything and makes everything beautiful! And it is probably a good thing I love snow, because there is a lot of it here! Our back yard has over 3 feet of snow in some areas, and there is a pile in front of our house that grows every time they plow our driveway. It is now taller than Andrew in some spots!

Jessica is now starting to like the snow too. She learned how to say the word "snow" and the first few weeks here she was saying it all the time because she was always surrounded by snow. But, she actually was a little worried by the snow, especially if she had to walk in it for more than one minute, or if she slid and fell down, or if she got any snow on her pants. I wanted her to enjoy it, so something had to change. One day, we decided to have some fun in our back yard! Andrew had already dug out one path to our shed, but I dug out another path to our tree. Then, I built a snow chair for her. And then, we went sledding. Well, she went sledding. Basically, sledding consists of putting her on a mound of snow in our yard, counting to three, and pulling her down. She loves it! Andrew dug out a few more paths, and I carved out a sledding hill for her, so she can really sled now. I love that we can now all go outside and enjoy the snow.

Oh yeah...the other great thing about this winter wonderland? You can use your snow shoes to explore your back yard!

Not only is it a lot of fun (although really, we have no idea what we are doing yet) is much better than attempting to walk around the yard...although that was fun too!

Andrew can dance...

This is Brianna writing and I will let you know now that I can't dance. I do dance a lot with Jessica. At home. When nobody except Jessica and Andrew can see me. I probably look like a dork because most of my dancing consists of going crazy and pointing with my fingers. And I actually feel pretty bad for Jessica because well, she just might learn how to dance like me.

But there is hope...Andrew can dance. His mom taught ballet, and he even went to some of those ballet classes she taught in their basement (although he says he ran upstairs when he was about 5 and realized there were girls down there). He actually went to dances as a teenager, and enjoyed them, and he was even in West Side Story in high school and danced in that (although he wasn't too thrilled about that either, but that is another story).

Anyway, after moving into our place, and figuring out which ward we were in, we had an activity for church-a dance! We were actually pretty excited to go. We danced, met a lot of people, and had a lot of fun. 

And then, they started those one dances, you know, where you have to know the dance, and the steps, like the "Macarena". But don't worry, they didn't do the "Macarena", they did the chicken dance one. I didn't even know it. Andrew did. And then, they played "Cotton-Eyed Joe," but nobody really knew how to dance to it. Somebody tried doing something, and then Andrew joined them, and guess what? He knew it...perfectly! Within the next minute, everyone who was dancing was behind him as he led the ward in "Cotton-Eyed Joe." It was impressive. My husband is amazing. I'm just glad he didn't make me try it with him.