I frequently refer to last winter as the Dark Ages. I knew I was newly pregnant and in the throes of morning sickness, but I had no idea there were two babies growing inside me, which was why I felt so incredibly sick and tired for the entire holiday season.
When we came to visit family last December, I spent a good portion of the time laying in bed eating plain Cheerios (the only thing I could stomach) while my family did fun things without me. It was distinctly terrible in terms of holiday celebrations.
Needless to say, I was excited for this year's (non-pregnant) festivities. I actually ate the yummy food. I met up with friends. I went to family parties. I went sledding.
I was particularly excited about the sledding, and it did not disappoint. We went up the canyon to Tibble Fork to find a great hill. Claire was highly reluctant to try her first run, but after that she was hooked.