As I may have mentioned, we have been the tiniest bit impatient for our snowy Wisconsin winter to begin. We’ve had a couple of small snows, just an inch or so, nowhere near enough to go sledding. Needless to say, as the snow began to accumulate while we were watching the Packers on New Years Day, we were beyond excited. Unfortunately, a blast of arctic cold air arrived with the snow. Funny how that works. We waited until mid-morning on Monday, but then just had to test out the hills in our yard, frigid temps or not. We had a blast, even though the grass was poking through in a few places. We ended up with close to 3 inches and it packed nicely for sledding runs.
The hooligans are back at the sledding hill today. They raced home from the bus to put on their snow gear…they have to wear it at school, so it was a drippy mess inside their backpacks. Nothing was damaged, though…it’s not like they’re carrying around the first drafts of their novels in there or anything.
I think they need supervision…I can hear the snow calling my name….but here’s the scrapbook page I made from yesterday’s adventures.