You know you're a red-neck when...

Your doghouse is a couple hay-bales stacked on top of eachother with a cardboard door secured by twigs!

Or when you go sledding on garbage can lids, old Costco boxes, and tarps tied to the back of a van with rope.

Yep, we're red-neck.
At least we didn't wake up Sunny's parents at midnight on New Years Eve the night before with the shotgun this year. Dad ran out of shells, so we just went out on the porch and hollered "Happy New Year!" (Oh man! We forgot the pots and pans too!) Maybe next year!

This was New Years Day.

And yep- we had the time of our lives!
(Notice our faces in the picture below.)
Dad drove around the corners really fast! Like a roller coaster!

(That picture was courtesy of Aspen.)

Did you see Bridger in there?
Maybe because of all the rocks on our gravel driveway, our behinds got nice and warm from friction!

Flying lessons? Anyone?
Since everything was covered with white snow and the sun was shining, the lighting was really quite beautiful. It was fun to take pictures.

Seth and Hanna were at friend's houses and missed the sledding. We thought they'd get to sled the next day, but that chinook wind melted it ALL overnight. FAST!

And our little Miss Molly-pop rode around buckled in the van.
There's her first tooth. It was her Christmas Eve present. Isn't she cute?