Rollin Down The Hillside

During the last snowstorm (I think it was last week - so hard to tell these days) Phil took the boys sledding at the park. Ry was back on the porch after about 10 minutes with bright pink cheeks and crocodile tears claiming with a shiver that he "n-n-n-needed hot ch-ch-chocolate right away."

Cole was able to hang for at least a few trips down the hill. We told him he had to wear a hat and he picked this one - not exactly what I meant but at least he followed instructions.



Here's an action shot - it made me smile to see how accomodating young A was with her offer to push them down the hill. It also cracked me up to see Cole stuck in the inner tube unable to move - so rare are those moments of stillness.