Since moving here we have heard about the great sledding hill out in the "back 40." Well really the "back 35." We have not taken advantage of this wonderful amenity yet. Realizing that the snow is not going to last forever I decide to WALK with the children through the snow to the sledding hill. How far can it be really? Before leaving I warn the boys about the long walk through the snow. Delirious with sledding dreams they tell me they can do it! They don't care as long as they get to go sledding.
So, I bundle everyone up including myself and we start our trek. The boys run ahead and I bring up the rear pulling Ella in our much-too-small-for-her baby sled.
Halfway there!
After ONE hour and much murmuring we finally got there.
And then it was time to go back home. Parker cried the whole way. He. Did. Not. Stop. Like a good mother I tried to remind him about our pioneer ancestors, many of them children. Remember they "sang as they walked and walked and walked and walked?" And just as Parker was sure he was going to DIE we made it home. ONE hour later.
Evidently it was pretty hard on Ella too.
3 comments:
poor kiddos...but wow! how awesome and gorgeous! my husband and i are in love with where you live!
what a great memory. now you just need a snowmobile :)
LOL! It is so stinking fun to read your posts. I think it is so much fun for me because I can just imagine you telling me the story and can hear the tone in your sarcastic voice. I just adore you. *grin*
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