Death Hill

While Mom and Dad anxiously await the day that Jonas will walk, we are anxiously fearing the day he learns how to sled. Down the street from our new place is a rise that Mom and Dad have already dubbed "Death Hill." When the snow falls, it seems to be the popular hangout. One problem for Mom and Dad: Death Hill features a lip over a retaining wall and empties out either into the street, a mailbox or a wooden fence, take your pick. Suddenly, Mom and Dad feel about 80 years old with the things that have come out of their mouths watching the local crazies maneuver their way down. And this morning, Death Hill had a new feature: A RAMP HALFWAY DOWN WITH A SHOVEL TO WORK AROUND! We're sorry Jonas, but if we ever catch you within 500 feet of this thing, you are dead meat.