I like slushy milk...

Wow, it's been a while! I always get annoyed when people don't update their blogs, and yet, here I am, doing the same thing to you! Shame! I don't really even have a fantastic excuse, except that I've just been busy. Busy doing what, you ask? Frankly, I have no idea.

I've never been a huge fan of January, but I'm going to try to take a cue from my uber-positive friend Becca, and try to forge some kind of truce with the month. Okay, January, I'll try to look for some positives in you, if you can just warm up a teeny little bit. Deal?

Even though January has not been keeping its end of our bargain (today's high: 13. Ucka.), I have found some fun January-isms that I'm trying to savor.

When Chris and I decided to move to Logan, we learned that one of Cache Valley's many glorious attributes is that it is a large dairy community. We immediately signed up to receive a twice-weekly delivery of farm-fresh milk, a luxury that I absolutely adore. Our milk is delicious, guaranteed to be a maximum of 48 hours old, and divinely convenient. In January, when the early morning temperatures dip below the 0 mark, the milk in our box freezes and turns into slush. I like it-- it's really yummy. Almost like pouring a milkshake into my cereal. Mmmm.

Also, without this freezing cold weather, my boys wouldn't have been able to enjoy their first snowmobile ride a la my dad:



Happy slushy milk, happy snowmobiling, happy January!