and this one
and this one. Sophie has always been The Girl Who Loves Trees -- her face is nearly always looking upward, toward trees, so Yosemite was perfect for her. That's The Husband's right shoulder. That's all I have of him.
Just kidding. Here he is, helping Sophie to walk around when we arrived at our little campfire in the woods.
We sat around a smoky firepit, drank warm apple cider and roasted marshmallows. Oliver cheered up considerably when the marshmallows were brought out. He was only wearing a sweatshirt on the ride despite my advice to go get your snow jacket, Oliver, it's going to be cold. He was freezing, of course, and mad at me because you're always right, Mom, and it's annoying.
Here he is, finally smiling, perfecting a new technique of heating up the roasting stick to an extremely high temperature and then inserting it into the marshmallow so that it cooks from the inside out. Have ya'll tried this?
So, there you go. Sleigh rides, Sophie, The Husband, Yosemite and marshmallows nouveaux. I hope you have a wonderful Saturday.