We actually rounded up everyone out of the house this year and went sledding (A HUGE feat for my bah humbug husband). We received a ton of snow on Christmas Eve so it made perfect sledding powder.
Blake was completely terrified. He went down the hill with his dad. There was that moment of silence before the big scream, and then he had a total meltdown. He liked sitting in the sled, just not moving in the sled. He also did not like having an unusually large number of clothes and snow gear on. I like how the thumb on his mitten is not facing the right way. It was all I could do to get them on his hands at all.
The mountains in the background were beautiful. Sledding in the mountains is the way to do it. Forget those tiny molehills we used to sled on in Michigan.
Tricia preferred sledding on the tube.
The Grinch’s small heart grew three sizes on Christmas Day!
Those pictures are cute. I kinda miss going sleeding. Looks like you got a ton of snow. What a fun family activity.
lol, I like the references to Troy being the grinch. And I would have to agree…those mountains look like a better setup for sledding than what we have here. Michigan still rules though!!!