Sleigh ride

No, not a sleigh ride. Sledding. Jeneric is very clear on the distinction. A sleigh ride involves a horse, jingle bells and, well, a sleigh. This weekend, we went sledding - and for those who've forgotten, may we remind you of:
Attempt #1
Attempt #2
Attempt #2.1

Yes. Well. We had exceptionally high hopes. Eric and Jeneric had taken several runs down the small embankment on the west side of our house. She was thrilled. We talked of bigger hills, where the ride was longer and faster. She was ecstatic. We set a date. We ate a hearty breakfast. We bundled up (even poor Toddler Wily, who, once bundled could not walk, move her arms or turn her head. Think "A Christmas Story").

And we hit the hill with high hopes. Then the wind picked up... and up and up. As in years past, Eric, this time accompanied by Toddler Wily, showed Jeneric a sample of sledding.

Toddle Wily was ecstatic by the ride. Jeneric, however, was not amused. She did not want to go sledding. She wanted off that hill. It had taken longer to bundle up than we'd spent on the sledding hill. So we did what any decent parent would do: we bribed her. Yes indeed, with the promise of some tasty hot chocolate when we returned home, Jeneric took one ride down the hill and then headed for the car.



Once home, we discovered Jeneric's true winter passion: snow angels.


Checking out their handy work.


Hi Mama!


Demonstrating the correct method for avoiding the ever-distracting footprint-in-the-snow-angel-when-you-stand-up problem.