Who needs fall...

When you can skip right to winter? I'll take clear skies and snow over grey rain any day.

That's why I was able to get my butt out of bed at 7:00am on Sunday to go climb a mountain. That sounds more impressive than it was since the clocks had turned back that night but still - I climbed a *mountain* before noon.

It was my first time seeing this from the lookout on the way up.

Definitely cold already!


Even though they haven't been blogged about in a long time, nothing has changed with Abby and Ryan (that's probably why I haven't blogged in a long time).

They still go batshit crazy in the snow.

Abby still hates overly hairy dogs.

Ryan's still a sweet,

head-in-a-hole,

snow-eating doofus.

And they're both still total posers.


At ages 4 and 7 they still wrestle like puppies. I'm pretty sure they'll be 17 and 20 and still pulling the same moves on each other (because they'll live to at least 30, of course).


The Portuguese Water Dogs that joined us were smart and stayed out of it at first.

This is a poor choice, PWD, a poor choice.

There are no pictures from directly after this since I was pulling Abby off of said PWD.

In true Abby form she happily redirected onto her punching bag.

I felt bad for sweet RyRy so...

I threw some snow at him. He likes it.

Until he decides to pull the super fancy "180 degree air twist" using his less than accommodating sister as a launch pad.

Once she had told him off sufficiently she demanded to show off her very own fancy snow-catching moves.

Errrrr....

Still a bitch. Still adorable.