Snocross Moto X!

Before Megan came home today, one of our neighbors came over to see if Megan could play. Unfortunately she wasn't home yet, but I loved that the era of kids seeing if Megan can "come out and play" has started. So when Megan and Jillian finally DID come home, we slapped some snow pants, boots, and hat on her and sent her to our neighbor's yard.

What was she doing in their yard? Well, you've seen the picture already, so it's not a surprise. But she was rocking out on a snowmobile. I fear we will never see Megan again. You see their snowmobile track was limited because they are in the process of building a 60' x 40' ice rink in their yard. I know. When she learns what the word adopted means ... Jill and I are totally out as parents. 

Of course here's Megan with their son. Aren't they just adorable. He just returned from his stint in the IRA, so we weren't sure about his 'aggression' issues ... Joking. He's a great young man, but man, that balaclava sends all kinds of weird images screaming through my head. My daughter currently is battling going to sleep at night because she's convinced DINOSAURS are going to get her. She freaks out at that, but our neighbor kid, the one who looks like he's headed to a bank robbery has no effect on her. Kids are weird.

But anyway, like good parents, we left her outside with the neighbor kids, because well, you know, it's cold outside. Five minutes later we get a call that their inside playing in their basement. Thirty minutes later I go over there to bring Megan home and when I walk in I see their dining room has a ping pong table in it and the basement has a swing set BOLTED into the studs. 

So an hour later when Jillian came over to get both of us, our neighbors convinced Jillian to say over and watch crappy Lifetime movies on DVR. Just kidding. Jillian didn't come over. I knew it was time to go when she started making dinner and it wasn't Stove Top. Everyone knows you only try to wean your way to a dinner invite if they have Stove Top.

Next time.