Call Us Crazy...

...or brave, depending on your particular outlook in life. We took the three kids up to the mountain for a sledding day all in the name of "FUN!" Connor was a rock star, climbing up the hill by himself & carrying his own sled, sledding down by himself, and giving me his best sledding "smile."  But then again he basically had to, because his two parents were kinds busy. Dealing with other less self-sufficient kids. 

Kaia & Ashlyn had a rough start to the sledding adventure. We started out expecting them to walk a little bit across the snow to the sledding area. It was a bit icy & slick and Kaia immediately bit the dust, and got a small bloody nose. Awesome. In an attempt to cheer her up, I tried to get her excited about the snow. "Look, at the pretty snow!" to which she replied in her grumpiest voice, "No Snow. ICE!" Well, okay. this is true. We decided that walking wasn't really gonna happen for the two one-year-olds, so we carried them. EVERYWHERE. Up the sledding hills, down the sledding hills, around the little sledding area. I think we were kinda a spectacle, but that is no big deal. We're used to it. (Note to self: If you ever consider taking two one year olds sledding again, try to be in the best shape of your life. It will help.) However, once we got them on sleds, they were much happier. And well, that makes good sense. I know that I would have personally been much happier if someone carried me up the hills, then pushed me gently down; rinse & repeat.

We caught some good sunshine, ate some mostly clean "ice" and wore everyone out!