Look how sweet they are!
Auntie Lauren the day before she left for Hawaii again.
TV magic.
Snow day:) Fun!!!!Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Our kids woke us up at 6:30am yesterday morning and we were all pretty fired up about the seven inches of snow we had gotten. We all bundled up and decided to go to a school that is across from our neighborhood that has some good hills to sled down. We live in Memphis. We don't have a sled. But we do have the top of our turtle sandbox, so we decided to try that out instead. After rolling down a few snowy hills and figuring out that the top of a turtle sandbox did not make the most effective sled, we loaded back up into the truck and Bobby flailed us around for a few minutes doing doughnuts on ice, which we were all encouraging.
There was one last hope for sledding. At the front of the school there is a grassy drainage ditch that is pretty much a straight shot down. Brayden decided he wanted to try it out, so Bobby and Kailey Grace stayed in the car, I guess to go for help if we needed it, and Brayden and I trecked through the snow which ended up being up to my knees in more than one place. I looked at Brayden and said, "You sure you want to do this?" He said, "Why?! Is it gonna be scary?!" I said, "Nope." as I grabbed him around the waist and threw him onto the turtle. I had been trying to balance on top of the snow by sitting down with my legs around the turtle shell, because if I moved at all and broke the little ledge I was sitting on I would be chest high in snow. He held on tight and we both looked down the ten foot drop one last time before I pushed him over the edge.
For a minute all of the sledding excitement that had been building up hit an all time high. He was flying down the hill for a split second, but about four feet down, when the incline started to curve, he stopped. Here we were, me, the non-coordinated pregnant lady perched on top of a giant ditch hoping not to bury myself in the snow with any sudden movements, and him, a daring five year old who had just had the tiny (I mean split second) thrill of his life, and was now stuck half way down the ditch on the back of a sandbox turtle.
I, in a vision of grace, lept into action and as I had feared, was buried by the sudden movement on the snow. I managed an awkward forward kick into the back of Brayden's sled in an attempt to get him all the way down to the bottom of the hill. Instead of moving him closer to the bottom of the hill, I buried his entire upper torso in snow. Thinking he would freak out any minute I jumped head first down the hill to uncover him, looking like some kind of snow creature from the beyond leaping out of the snow. (Keep in mind, my sweet husband and three year old were watching all of this safely from the car.)
I did a series of moves that must have looked something like an 80's dance propelling myself to the bottom of the hill. I walked the forty feet to the other side of the ditch holding a turtle shell, a dirty snow covered blanket that had been our cushioning and very little of my dignity:)
Brayden had fun though;)
There was one last hope for sledding. At the front of the school there is a grassy drainage ditch that is pretty much a straight shot down. Brayden decided he wanted to try it out, so Bobby and Kailey Grace stayed in the car, I guess to go for help if we needed it, and Brayden and I trecked through the snow which ended up being up to my knees in more than one place. I looked at Brayden and said, "You sure you want to do this?" He said, "Why?! Is it gonna be scary?!" I said, "Nope." as I grabbed him around the waist and threw him onto the turtle. I had been trying to balance on top of the snow by sitting down with my legs around the turtle shell, because if I moved at all and broke the little ledge I was sitting on I would be chest high in snow. He held on tight and we both looked down the ten foot drop one last time before I pushed him over the edge.
For a minute all of the sledding excitement that had been building up hit an all time high. He was flying down the hill for a split second, but about four feet down, when the incline started to curve, he stopped. Here we were, me, the non-coordinated pregnant lady perched on top of a giant ditch hoping not to bury myself in the snow with any sudden movements, and him, a daring five year old who had just had the tiny (I mean split second) thrill of his life, and was now stuck half way down the ditch on the back of a sandbox turtle.
I, in a vision of grace, lept into action and as I had feared, was buried by the sudden movement on the snow. I managed an awkward forward kick into the back of Brayden's sled in an attempt to get him all the way down to the bottom of the hill. Instead of moving him closer to the bottom of the hill, I buried his entire upper torso in snow. Thinking he would freak out any minute I jumped head first down the hill to uncover him, looking like some kind of snow creature from the beyond leaping out of the snow. (Keep in mind, my sweet husband and three year old were watching all of this safely from the car.)
I did a series of moves that must have looked something like an 80's dance propelling myself to the bottom of the hill. I walked the forty feet to the other side of the ditch holding a turtle shell, a dirty snow covered blanket that had been our cushioning and very little of my dignity:)
Brayden had fun though;)
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