So we spent the morning de-cluttering and trying to convince Amy to stop pilfering stuff from out of the discard pile... then we broke for lunch and took a break up at the baseball ground at the top of the road. It was knee deep in snow and we took the sleds and slid down from the cemetary to the baseball ground. I tamped down a nice gentle sloped area for Meg and then still had to go down a couple of times first to show her it wasn't dangerous/ scary/ impossible. Amy had been trying to coax a snowman or at least a snowball from the snow but it was just too cold and powdery so she decided to sled as well. She grabbed the sled I had been using and started walking up the slope.
And kept walking.
I want to go down here!
She was at a precipitous drop on a corner so steep on both sides. Untamped snow. And this is not lawn or gravel but reverted to wild/ semi-regularly slashed with whipper snipper underbrush. No talking her out of it Amy was going.
And go she did.
There was a plume of powder kicking up all around her and it flicks off the front of the sled into the riders face to boot. She came to a powdery white stop after about 5 metres of momentum slidage at the bottom of the hill and there was silence and all was still.
I started getting a bit worried....
Are you ok, honey??
Wow! That made me a bit nervous! I'm going again!
It amazes me that the kid who has a list of Disney movies as long as your arm that she flat refuses to watch as they are too scary (Nemo, Bambi, Snow White, Shrek...) takes physical challenges I would baulk at at my age!
But I couldn't let my five year old beat me at sledding so I went down Amy's slope, too.
Then we headed to the homeware store and came back with all sorts of goodies and revved up for an afternoon of storage possibilities.
Aren't we just the most exciting people on the block?