One snowy day

That's all we've had so far this winter... one snowy day. So, of course we had to take advantage of it. As much as I hate the cold and snow, I took the girls over to the golf course behind our house to go sledding. They got these sleds for Christmas, but unfortunately they didn't work so well on the dry snow. One has already popped. We still had fun though until Brooklyn started complaining that she was frozen.

Hearing Brooklyn whine about the cold brought back some serious memories of me sitting in the Sunrise Ski Resort lodge drinking hot chocolate because I was frozen solid (there may have been some whining about it, too, but I'm not saying one way or the other.) I'm sure my dad wasn't thrilled about spending $50 on my ski pass and another $7 on hot chocolate while I sat by the fire in the ski lodge at the bottom of the hill most of the day, but he never said a word. In fact, he'd make sure I was nice and comfortable by the fire and then he'd shake up a few packets of "boot warmers" to get them going before sticking them in my boots (hoping, I'm sure, that I'd eventually get back out on the slopes). He'd head out for a run or two and then stop in to check on me. Sorry about that dad.

 Do you ever wonder if your kids are really sweating to death under all of those clothes? I'm guessing, since she's got a little of my blood in her, that she's still freezing cold no matter how many layers I put on her.

 Since it was an uphill walk to the golf course, Ella and I pulled Kendall on the sled. Then, of course, Brooklyn wanted a ride, too, which didn't work at all.

Out you go Miss B., I can't pull you both!