It's hard to believe, considering both of our sweet ones were born in Wisconsin, a state that promises abundant snow accumulation each winter, but our children had never known the thrills of sledding, a rite of passage for all children of the Midwest. That is until yesterday, when we bundled their wee frames in layers of snow gear and ventured outdoors for an hour of family fun.
Walking to the neighborhood snow hill proved to be physically exhausting for the little man, who arrived at the hill underwhelmed and dubious of our chosen activity for the morning.
Gearing up for run 1 of four.
The mighty hill and its incline wore our little ones out after just four runs. Truth be told, I'm not sure I had the energy to make a fifth run after hauling sleds and limp bodies up the hill in my Ugg boots that lacked any resemblance of traction.
Dubbed our little trooper, the lil' lady awaits her next big sledding adventure.
Having enjoyed only the actual sledding, the little man could have done without the constant nose drip, near face washing, and cold temperatures.
However, the squeals of delight, rosy cheeks, and fits of laughter made it all worth it!
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