Cabin Fever

This year for Christmas, my parents gave us the gift of time together. They rented a cabin in Fazier Park for a weekend. We played a ton of games, including Fox and Geese (snow game), It Came to Pass, and Speed Scrabble. The best was "playing" Catch Phrase with Isaac, who's 2 1/2. He'd take the game and say with incredible enthusiasm and anxiety, "Okay! Okay! What is number one?" to which you would say, "Number one!" and then he'd pass it to you.

Here are some pictures of the cabin.

The living room. We never did figure out how to get the flu open on the wood-burning stove.

BJ in his Napoleon Dynomite shirt.

Stairs up to...

...the loft.

Our tiny bed.

Rebecca and Isaac and The Wolf Who Cried Boy.

And what mountain cabin would be complete without the scary Chucky doll that wakes up in the middle of the night and prowls around wielding a butter knife? This one's head turns all...the...way...around!