It was -7 degrees when I woke up this morning. Ridiculous. I did not
leave the house today. That would have required several layers of warm
clothing, scarves, hats, etc. Why is it so cold? Why do I choose to live
in a place that gets this cold. I should be in a tropical zone right
now. Basking in the warm sun, sipping cocktails on the beach, laughing
at people like me that live in Idaho.
Colsen and I
went sledding this past weekend. On our first day, we only went down the
hill twice before he started crying because of how cold it was. We
spent more time driving around town looking for a sled than we did
actually using it. (Side note - if you don't already have one before
next winter, buy a sled before it snows. Those things disappear from
store shelves quick style).
Despite the frozen tears of the other day,
Colsen likes the snow. He gets pretty excited when it starts snowing and
he can try to catch snowflakes on his tongue. I once felt the same way.
Playing in the snow used to be the best part of winter. I liked to
sled, make snow men, throw snow balls... What part of getting older
makes you focus on the temperature outside rather than the potential fun
factory of a snow covered yard?
By the way, day two of sledding was a much bigger success than the first. We spent at least an hour on the hill. Colsen came up with a new game called, Daddy Pull Me Up the Hill as Fast as You Can. Needless to say, I got quite a workout. The best part of course was seeing Colsen's smiling face as we zoomed down the hill in our sled. Priceless.
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