Jumping on the bed

My first attempt at a sleepover at Celie's house - it was a smashing success except for the fact that I didn't actually sleep there. Come 10p at night, I said I wanted to sleep in my own bed. But when Mom came to pick me up, I didn't want to leave. Go figure. 

Regardless, it was the best night I've had in a long time.

This past week, we also got some more snow, but instead of making a snowman this time, I helped Mom shovel (and did a really good job actually), and then finished with some slide action. 

Tomorrow is Mom's birthday. When I asked her if she was going to be three, she said, "sortof" - I don't know what that means?