Aunt B

Aunt B is here, aka Thomas' youngest sister, Bekah. She is spending the remaining days of her December break from Clemson with us, and Bekah+Margaret usually equals an interesting combination of events. Yesterday we went for a 2 hour hike in the local state park. We channeled our inner 10 year old and tried our hardest to break the ice on the lake we were hiking around. Like, we tried really hard. 

Here is B, very excited about how deep her feet were sinking into the snow. 

 My first attempt at breaking the ice, which included a 5 minute search for a rock that looked large enough. 

 Attempt #2, which including prying the ice up from the bank with a stick. This worked much better than the rock, and even garnered a large crack that went across the ice which appeased me momentarily.

Bekah was confident I'd lost my mind and was turning into a savage. 

Last night we made Pioneer Woman's Baked Fudge.  If you've never tried it, go do so immediately. It is A. easy  B. the best thing you'll ever taste this side of Heaven. C. Make sure you put some coffee ice cream on top.Thomas watched in fascination as we morphed into chocoholics and even pointed out that Bekah had gotten chocolate on her HEAD. 

And then this morning, Bekah was shouting at me for the way I store my salt, as she'd mistaken it for sugar and placed a heaping spoonful into her morning coffee.  The best part of this story is that Bekah did the same thing with the salt in her coffee when we lived in Clemson. COME ON BEKAH. Learn from your mistakes.

Bekah asked me to post this in order to take a poll and see which one you think the sugar is.....