We were lucky enough to have Grammy Sherri with us for Thanksgiving, when we also happened to get a lot of snow. Uncle Ian was supposed to fly in from Seattle, but because of all the snow the planes couldn't (or wouldn't) land. He was on two different flights that both turned back around after flying to the Pasco airport and flew all the way back to Seattle. Grammy Sherri finally just drove there to pick him up herself.
In any case, we went sledding the day before all that happened and we had a great time.
. . . well, most of us did. This was the most pleasant picture we got of Noah that day. He seemed to be thinking, "We've put on all this stuff and gone to all this trouble for this??" I thought he would get more of a kick out of sliding down the hill but he seemed unimpressed.
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