I’ve been trying to make my peace with these last bits of winter. I have a mental list of things I want to be sure to do before everything starts to warm up and show signs of life again.
My list includes: make hot chocolate, sit and read by the fire, and take the kids snow tubing.
And today we checked item #3 off the list. Gross. Thanks. It was the perfect Saturday. Rob was off, and the weather was beautiful for a mini-roadtrip about an hour north. The temps were incredibly mild, which meant no need for coats and no complaining from you know who. She loved tubing down that hill. She was only old enough for the kiddie slope, which was pansy-ish, but you can’t attempt the major hills until you are five.
Which means we probably can’t go back until she’s five, because she asked about one thousand times to take the “escalator” to the top of the big hill and conquer it. Had to get some lodge food. Delish. I mean, that boy, in that tube. There are no words. Except maybe: melt.my.heart. Desperate to go up the big slope.
I made the mistake of saying it was “for big kids.” Foot in mouth. She insisted she was a big kid, forcing me to clarify by saying you had to be super super super old and giant. Bud Bud’s new favorite thing is to work on his percussion wherever and whenever he sees an opportunity.
So we sent winter out with a bang. Goodbye, winter. You can go now. Not sure we’ll miss you, but snow tubing was a hit!