I took a walk around the neighborhood (which isn't that big) with Haylie behind me on her "snow racer". A snow racer is a Swedish sled on runners with a steering wheel and brakes. Walking down the plowed road was no problem, but trying to cross our backyard to our little sledding hills (rubble from when they excavated for the house and garage) was not easy. We have the most snow there has been for 20 years (so I have heard), and our whole backyard is over knee deep. I can't find my nylon pants either, so I had to wade through in my rubber boots, with them rapidly being filled by snow. It made me want snowshoes. I rather like snowshoeing, much more than cross-country skiing. It might be worth getting a pair if we have more winters like this, for taking walks in the woods behind us.
There were lots of hare tracks in the neighborhood, as we walked. Haylie and I have seen a few on the road during all the move-related driving. Yesterday at 6 PM we saw 3 deer as we drove through Sanda. There is one field where they are every night at that time.
I digress. I finally got to the sledding hill, which we both had to climb up. After that one time I was exhausted, so I dragged her to the front door. After that Stefan and his dad went out. They are making a sledding hill by shoveling and packing snow. Those are two determined guys when it comes to stuff like that. You would think they were planning on sledding.
Caught unawares through the window. 
She was doing snow angels while leaving the grunt work to her dad and grandpa. That's my girl.
