Christmas morning I was awakened at 7:30 by an anxious 6 1/2 year old telling me to "hurry up and get out here. Come see all of this stuff that Santa brought!"
We then headed to my dad's house for breakfast.
Around 1:30 we headed up to The Bay for the long weekend. The drive us uneventful until about 20 minutes before we reached our destination. Right before we got to the Gooseberry bridge, we hit black ice. The back of the truck started to fishtail and I immediately had the death grip on the door. First we hit the shoulder then bounced to the median (thank God that was there). We were inches from hitting a sign before we bounced back to the snowbank on the shoulder. The last bounce straightened us right out and we started heading north again. Somebody was truly watching out for us! All we could think of after was how lucky we were that we didn't end up down the ditch heading towards Lake Superior!
We had a great time at my mom's. The kids enjoyed playing with their cousins and eating as many cookies as they could get their sweaty little hands on.