After last week's blizzard, Sam and I insisted the kids get bundled up and out of the house. Johan was the most reluctant, followed very closely by Ethan. I do not count myself because my intent was to get all of them outside, lock the door, and enjoy some peace and quiet. But someone had to capture evidence of attempts to freeze our children, right?
Ally was very excited to go sledding with her Daddy. The slope from our front-to-backyard is pretty impressive for a small child, and serves well for sledding. Turns out it works best if the snow is not knee-deep in some spots. Here, Ally is assessing the situation as she heads down the "hill" to the backyard:
Poor child kept falling out of the sled, and her Daddy had no idea until she was almost frozen to the ground:
They finally made it to the top (after tipping over several more times), across the front yard, and to the other side...only to have Ally tip over again:
Johan and Ethan would have none of the tipping over. I think they figured out that it was intentional on Sam's part.
Finally, my babies were allowed back in the house to make a mess and lounge in front of the TV as God intended:
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