I took Lamb sledding yesterday at the park nearby. It is a small hill overlooking a park, but is plenty big enough for a small child. Despite the deep snow, I pushed a path through he snow for the sled and she went sailing down the hill again and again, to her heart's content. She also grabbed some foliage from the dormant wetland that is adjacent to the park, including seed pods broken open and other stuff that she wanted in a vase with some dried purple flowers on her desk.
And when she had her fill of sledding, she loves it when I pull her on the sled using the towing string on the front. There was just enough snow on the sidewalks to make it halfway home. On the way, she boldy climbed snow hills overlooking parking lots. And she dropped into the snow, laughing, so she could complain about how cold her backside was. Hah! Snow pants take care of that. For me, just looking around at the evergreens with snow frosted on the branches like it was spray painted on was a sight to behold. I'm not a fan of slick roads and cold, but it can sure look pretty sometimes.
When we got inside, Lamb changed out of her wet clothes and I made hot chocolate for us, along with some Girl Scout Thin Mints that Lamb sold to me and which we picked up the day before. I think the hot chocolate is her favorite part of the sledding ritual.
Mister is too old for that sledding business and was happy to have a sister-free hour of playing NHL hockey on the Wii. Virtual ice is enough for him.
By Sunday evening, after I took the kids back to their mom's house, Lamb whipped out paper to do her homework essay. The sledding outing was the feature. By word count, the hot chocolate possibly got more emphasis than actual sledding.
A slice of life and a good winter memory.