I hadn't checked on the weather forecast, so I was completely surprised to wake up on Sunday morning to snowfall -- major snowfall. I'd thought we were going to get 1-3 inches of snow, changing to rain in the afternoon. Victor (chief shoveler) estimated that we received 6-8 inches! How fun! So, after church (we did venture out) we went sledding down the street from our house.
We aren't the type of parents who sit on the sidelines and watch our kids sled. No, no, no! We stand in line and wait our turn to go down the slopes! Here is Victor lookin' good as he starts his journey down the hill . . .
Down, down, down . . .
And then skillfully RAMS into our cute four year old, Ripley.
Fortunately, they were both laughing after the er . . . event.
Church, sporting a winter jacket. He was none too pleased to have snowballs collecting on his fur.Up the hill again.
Ripley, always happy to please the camera.
And here Victor goes again! Last week, several of the neighborhood guys built a jump from one of the hay bales that was lining the new street. Memories of taking-on jumps as children in our heads . . .We were soon reminded that we have in fact landed in our forties . . .
Victor, laughing through his pain.
Ripley, loving every minute of it.