Today we had our second snow storm in as many days. The kids were outside early. Sledding is all the rage in December...by March, not so much. It was COLD out, maybe 15 degrees, which meant that I watched from the back window. I suppose a better mother would've gotten bundled up and gone out there with her baby, but I think we've already established that I'm not "a better mother".
I couldn't hear exactly what was going on, but I do know my kids and I can tell you how this sequence of events unfolded:
...and rushes to the scene. (mother continues taking pictures from inside warm house)
She carries Maya's sled and holds her hand through the knee-deep snow, up Heartbreak Hill. The boys consider the girls an obstacle for their sledding enjoyment, and giggle as they swerve to "just miss" them.
Once the girls arrive at the top of the hill, the sequence repeats until cheeks get too red, or something becomes numb on somebody.
As I type, it's still snowing heavily and it's not expected to stop any time soon. This storm may yield 8-20 inches, on top of the 12 we got on Friday.
A white Christmas looks to be imminent.