My friend Autumn and I wanted to go sledding the other day, so we planned it, and i bundled Sam up. Here he is minutes before he looked like a tick ready to pop (if i took a pic of him in that state, it'd be pretty ugly - red face, crying. Just cruel!). I thought a pair of my wool sox over HIS sneakers and sox (and up the entire length of his leg!) would help keep him warmer. Layers, layers, layers! I picked up Autumn and her husband, and after making a few calls to friends with kids, ended up on a pretty steep hill along the side of West High School.
The wind turned out to be FIERCE - much stronger than Autumn and i noticed from our homes. Also, i never really anticipated how heavy and cumbersome (in a loving way) my son would be while trying to walk back up the hill with a sled in my other arm. I was made very aware of how out of shape i am in a matter of minutes.
Despite our "obstacles," we managed a couple good rides down the slope. It was fast! Sam didn't really know what to make of the couple times we went down (once w/out the sled on just my butt). His eyes were tearing up and he had drool all over his chin. We decided within 20 minutes that a warmer, less windy day, would be much more fun. I also thought maybe a slightly less steep hill would be really good if I have Sam with me again.The other pics are just fun. There's a little story attached. The plastic white container he's playing with once had snacks in them, and long since, the wrapper's been gone and we put the "fish
ies" in it (Goldfish crackers). Well, Sam finished off the last of the stash (Beegs and Keets helped) and became COMPLETELY ENGROSSED in the construction and essense of this container for, no exaggeration, an hour. I know, because the local and national news both came and went. I was just as fascinated watching him be so absorbed.The last picture is for all you folks that get such a kick out of ME sticking my tongue out when i work and concentrate on doing something. I passed this gene onto my son! WOO HOO!!!
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