|Freaked the horses out listening to everyone scream as they went sledding.|
They wasted no time getting their hands into the snow. By the time I got Peter and me bundled up, they were already building snow forts, stockpiling snowballs, had started a snowman, and were building ramps for the sleds.
I love watching the kids go down the hill. I remember the anticipation of being shoved down a hill on a sled, and every time they shrieked with delight as they went bouncing down.
When I gave the five-minute warning to go inside and get ready for school, everyone traipsed up the hill to hurry and squeeze every last second of fun out of the morning. The girls tried to fortify themselves but it was fruitless…
Jack is a merciless snowball fighter. He’ll chuck those suckers like he’s a professional baseball pitcher and more than once, he’s caught me off-guard.
The kids put up a valiant effort but there really is no hope when Jack can throw snowballs the size of their heads with great accuracy.
The whole time, Peter was a little underwhelmed by the whole thing. I don’t think he quite grasps what’s so fun about snow, but it was nice to get out for some fresh air after everyone had the stomach bug all week.
I had to prod the kids to go inside and get ready for school and understandably–who wants to go to class when they could have fun all day? So, I promised them something that always motivates them…
|Henry ate his weight in snow.|
|Evelyn’s snow baby.|