Ok, so nothing's happening in our family so I decided to post this picture. I don't know why, but I can't keep from laughing.

Art

So there's this house just down the block where the coolest guy ever lives...we are pretty sure it's a guy, there's a lot of myth surrounding the whole thing. Anyway, every few weeks during the past five or so winters, (perhaps longer, we didn't live here then) there suddenly appears the coolest snow sculpture ever. He is ridiculous; there've been apes and dragons and many many others, including the entire cast of Madagascar. We suspect that he only comes out at night, and if you drive by at about midnight on the right day you might even catch a glimpse of him. It's all quite mysterious. Here's his severely melt-damaged train that is currently on display...

And a birthday cake for his granddaughter...probably.

At Amy's request, here is the best Christmas song ever written. Presenting . . .

The Gingerbread Cookie!

We have had a little bit of snow the past few days.

This is my house. I am not able to see most of the bushes outside the front door, and the snow in the backyard is higher than the trampoline. Spencer shoveled the front steps (right) off this morning, and when I got home, this whas what we had. There should be 3 steps going up to the front door. Mark is shown below next to Spencer's pile of snow from the driveway. Kristi, don't you want to move back now?