Sleding & Hot Chocolate

On this post-Christmas weekend, we decided to go sledding for the first (real) time ever. Before this, we had only sent Sofia down the little slant on our front yard. After spending what felt like all morning (oh yeah, it was all morning) looking for mittens, boots, hats, mittens, mittens, and mittens, getting everyone bundled up and finally out the door, we drove down the dip by our house to an area that looked perfectly suited for Sofia to sled. Marcelo even got all bundled up in his snow suit although he didn't even make it out of the car.


The hill was a bit more severe in person than it looked passing it by in the car so we had Daddy test it out. Then Sofia started going down like a little statue on the sled. She enjoyed it quite a bit.


When we were done, we told her we would go home to warm up with some hot chocolate which she was anticipating almost more than the sledding. You see, hot chocolate is right up there with Dr. Pepper and coffee; a grown up drink in Sofia's mind. We've never said anything to give her this understanding, it's just simply what she believes so it was a very exciting treat for her and I went all out and put it in a tall fancy mug/tea cup of sorts with whipped cream and sprinkles on top. She didn't leave a drop.



(I know, it doesn't look like we're having fun, but we are. Ray just has a gift for capturing unflattering looks on people's faces, particularly mine, in all his photos).