This winter has been intense...in more ways that one! We started off with snow the day before Thanksgiving--remnants of which I think has been in my yard ALL WINTER! And then it seemed like it snowed every week--on days I needed to take the kids somewhere. December brought the worst ice storm anyone could remember for these parts, leaving thousands of people without power, including us for almost a week. In the midst of that week, DH decided to climb an ice-covered tree to trim a limb that was dangling over a (dead at the time) power line. The branch he was climbing broke and he fell almost 20 feet, hitting his chest on the steel bucket of the loader tractor half-way down. A flying trip to the ER told us he miraculously escaped with only cracked ribs and LOTS of sore muscles. Easily things could have turned out much worse and we definitely felt God was watching out for him. He was sore for a couple of weeks (and avoided coughing and sneezing at all costs that first week or so), but healed up just fine. He has promised not to climb any more ice-covered trees. This photo is of him and the kids after building a snowman in the front yard (post flying experience). They love to do this (I'm the weenie that stays inside where its warm...watching the baby of course!) and find all sorts of things to make the snowman come to life. They were digging around for a pirate patch
to go along, but couldn't find it. Who needs carrots and coal when you have bubba teeth, walnuts, and a plastic nose?
This winter has been intense...in more ways that one! We started off with snow the day before Thanksgiving--remnants of which I think has been in my yard ALL WINTER! And then it seemed like it snowed every week--on days I needed to take the kids somewhere. December brought the worst ice storm anyone could remember for these parts, leaving thousands of people without power, including us for almost a week. In the midst of that week, DH decided to climb an ice-covered tree to trim a limb that was dangling over a (dead at the time) power line. The branch he was climbing broke and he fell almost 20 feet, hitting his chest on the steel bucket of the loader tractor half-way down. A flying trip to the ER told us he miraculously escaped with only cracked ribs and LOTS of sore muscles. Easily things could have turned out much worse and we definitely felt God was watching out for him. He was sore for a couple of weeks (and avoided coughing and sneezing at all costs that first week or so), but healed up just fine. He has promised not to climb any more ice-covered trees. This photo is of him and the kids after building a snowman in the front yard (post flying experience). They love to do this (I'm the weenie that stays inside where its warm...watching the baby of course!) and find all sorts of things to make the snowman come to life. They were digging around for a pirate patch 
to go along, but couldn't find it. Who needs carrots and coal when you have bubba teeth, walnuts, and a plastic nose?
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