4th annual christmas hot dog roast

It has been our tradition for, oh, four years now to spend one afternoon of the Christmas holiday out on the farm for a hot dog/marshmallow roast. We usually don't have snow, although one year we did have the roast in the rain. This year, with all the snow we had we were able to do some sledding while we were out. Of course we don't have any hills, so we have to do the good, county kind of sledding, where the sled gets pulled behind a truck. Another addition was the fire building contest. We divided in to teams (pretty much each sibling, plus my dad) and the winner was the first to have his/her fire big enough to burn through the string we had tied across the line of fires. The teams with little stick gatherers did the best, and Somebody and I eventually joined forces (because separately we were so far behind.) We still didn't come in first. Or second. Or third. We probably came in last. But we had a great time.





This is one of my favorite pictures of the day--notice the close-up shot of Jonah falling off the sled. Poor kid.