We tried out a new sledding destination this year with our friends.
And we will surely be back.
Maybe even for Girls Weekend, as Carrie demonstrated the perfect sledding form and proved that even adults can act like goofy kids.
But with adult beverages to warm up.
We'll opt out of the painful landing on the frozen pond that Rich so eloquently performed.
I prefer my hat on my head, thank you very much.
Just like Oliver.
And Jake. Thank goodness for Dad hats that dry up the beginnings of frostbite.
The horses also delivered.
We enjoyed our ride through the woods...again...
...and the hot cocoa fire did its job as nightfall crept in.
Our New Year's Eve traditions will never grow old for me, despite questions from my offspring asking if we might be able to try something new next year?
No. No way.
Pond hockey tournaments, fishing jamborees, dog sled races, snowmobile bikini radar runs and chocolate festivals await in February, promising shenanigans a-plenty for a well-behaved group of forty-somethings. What will we choose to participate in?
Lord only knows. I can hardly wait.