Saint Stephen's day dawned, overcast and cold, with the promise of a snowstorm that evening. However, with no fresh snow the night before and with the Christmas day sledders so very active, we were sledding down muddy trails. To clarify, it was *not* thawing. The damage was due only to lots and lots of sledding. Which made it a happy sight, really.
Miles had never been sledding downhill before, and he was
confusing sledding with skating with skiing. This had to be rectified.
My good friend Allison Brown joined us. How I have missed her! She is a first-rate sledding companion. All Browns are.
 |
| WHOOOSH! |
 |
| Checking in with Miles. |
 |
| This wasn't his favorite run. But he didn't cry, an improvement over last year. |
 |
| Boy did he feel like a big shot pulling Allison's sled. |
 |
| He ranged from laughing to cringing at the snow in his face. |
 |
| Our trip down the hill was too rapid to be caught on camera |
 |
| I am cheerful because I have plastic bags in my boots. |
I love that Miles wanted to be like King Wenceslas' page and walk in our footprints! That was the favorite bedtime story that week.
Adele spent most of the sledding session sleeping in the car, with one of us on rotation checking on her. This turned out to be for the best, however. One trip down the hill was quite enough for Miss Adele. She was pretty mad about that one.
Can you see how happy I am? I hadn't been proper sledding in a disgracefully long time.
After sledding we warmed up at the Browns' house. They always treat us like family! They made us lunch and entertained our Smalls with their awesome vintage toys. Home comfort, it was. The whole day was like an embroidered wall hanging.
No comments:
Post a Comment