Much to my Mommy's chagrin, my Daddy is continuing his quest to turn me into the biggest tomboy ever by introducing me to his world of guns. Mommy about had a heart attack when she walked in and saw this, but Daddy assured her that there were no bullets anywhere near me. He taught me how to clean them and put them away and everything. I'm still not sure what they're used for though..... maybe a walking stick of some sort? 

My Daddy took me sledding the other day. I loved it from the get-go, and never wanted to stop. Eventually though, when my nose and cheeks blended in with the color of my sled my Mommy made us come inside. I guess that's OK though, seeing as the snow just keeps on coming and I should have plenty of time to perfect my triple axel turn around on the moguls I'm having my Daddy make for me.

 

It has to start getting nice outside soon... my Mommy is running out of new ways to keep me entertained.