A Sledding Kind of Weekend

On Saturday morning, I took the boys to meet some friends at a small hill in our little town of Whoville to do some sledding. The hill is perfect size for the kiddies, just big enough for some thrills, but not big enough that they can't manage to get back up for another run. (There would be no sledding in a world that required I carry a child up a hill. No sledding at all.)

The kids all had a blast. The adults did too. We raced. We giggled. We enjoyed a perfect winter day with sun glistening off the snow. It was such a good time, in fact, that the phone rang Sunday morning at 8:30 a.m. to ask if we were all up for another round of sledding fun. We suited up and hit our sledding slope. The kids were, once again, gung ho, sledding any which way, backwards, forwards, on bellies and laying down. Not to be shown up by the kiddies, the adults raced and belly flopped onto snow tubes. A sledding good time was had by all. Well, almost all - Griffin wasn't too fond of all the snow and cold and sledding action. But we have great hope for him next year.