This past weekend, we decided to go sledding. There aren't very big hills around here but with the ice covering we have on everything, you could get up to speeds of 145 mph off of an anthill.
I love this action shot. They went zooming past me, and I almost missed them. They were having the time of their life!
Annie found that it was more fun to eat the snow, rather than sled on it. Dad, thanks to you this picture makes me dry-heave. When we were little, all of us girls were sitting outside eating snow. I can remember Dad telling us how dirty snow was. We didn't believe him. So, he set out to prove his point. He had us pack a drinking glass full of snow and bring it inside. He put it on the counter so it would melt. The next morning, we all ran in the kitchen hoping to see a sparkling, clear, Brita-filtered glass of water. Instead, we saw a mirky, dirty, cruddy glass of water sitting on the counter. Dad was standing there with an "I told you so" smirk and asked, "Who wants a drink?" Of course he sent 4 little girls in 4 different directions screaming, "Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!"
-Thanks Dad! I never forgot that that grody lesson, and I sat up all night wondering what diseases my children contracted from Saturday's eat-a-thon.
Annie was the first to have her fill of all the fun, and went inside for a cup of hot chocolate. Honestly, I think she only goes outside just because of what is waiting on the table when she comes inside...Honestly, so do I.
Annie managed to get her snow clothes off and even her shirt, but that was it. We all know how exhausting it is to huff and puff and tug your boots off. With that in mind, here she is sound asleep, feet toasty warm.
It's rough eating snow!
5 comments:
I absolutely love that action shot of the two girls. I'm big time lol-ing over the Dad story. For some reason, I don't think I remember him doing that little science experiment. Not that I'm doubting you, hon--I can TOTALLY imagine that scenario. In fact, come to think of it, wouldn't it have been like Dad to freak us all out by drinking it himself? ha ha
You need to tell the Raisinettes story. . .
K
well, maybe it was just fatty ole me sitting out there scarfing down all the snow, with my sidekick Annie-bo-bannie. I also have memories of Annie's glasses always filled with snow after her yearly wipeouts when we'd go sledding. -lol
oh my heart what wonderful pictures! You forgot a close up of Matty's face. Poor sugar! That was quite the battle scar.
Walking in snow is hard work!!! I can almost hear Annie huffing and puffing.
Is that you, T? Or Mama?
That was Mama, but way to blow our sister's cover! Why don't you just leave her social security number while you're at it!
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