The path that runs from our street, past our backyard, past the playground and tennis courts and then ends in another part of Liederbach, where the post office is. There is no excuse for me to drive to the post office.
View of our backyard from the path
James looking at the top of our front door
David looking down at James from Micaela's bedroom window. Why is he holding that brush?
The snow didn't come down in one big sheet from above the front door entryway as we had hoped.
Getting ready to play outside. Becca gets lots of practice putting on her snow pants, boots, hat, mittens and scarf at school every day.
In the backyard
One of our frozen fish barrels. You can't tell, but the water was still flowing from the little fountain under the ice.
It's great being the youngest child in the family.
Taking a Rockband break. Bex does fairly well, with Micaela handling the bass drum for her.
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