Here is my small Owlie on the precipice of the biggest hill in our neighborhood, ready to take the plunge. Last week we had a wonderful snowstorm that cancelled school for two days. On the second day (our twelfth day of cancelled school since Christmas) I was desperately in need of a break from my children, so I sent all four of them, including two reluctant teenagers, off to the big hill to sled.
I’m so happy I did! Chris took his camera with him, intending to only photograph the others, but the kid in him won out and he took multiple trips down the hill and Hannah caught him in the act. All of these pictures are precious to me.
RedDog has a fierce sledding face!
And then there is Hannah. Out of twelve pictures, she had this same face going down the hill every single time. She cracks me up!
If you want an idea of what the pecking order is like in our home, I give you exhibit A. Poor Ollie. He has no idea that a giant snowball is about to land on his head. And Chris and Hannah sat up on the hill watching the whole thing play out while taking pictures of it. I have succeeded as a mother.
The baby recovered and made the best of the sunny afternoon. It was actually a big deal. He made it up that hill, walking in the snow, over thirty times. Slept like a rock that night, too!
Probably my favorite pictures from the day involve my bookends. I am aware that they don’t have that much time left together. They have a mutual admiration and love for each other that is really sweet. Brothers forever.
After almost two hours of sledding the kids came home exhausted, sunburned (bad mom) and happy while I was able to workout, take a shower and get some laundry done by myself. We are all officially filled to the brim with snow love and snow days and can say a hearty farewell to Winter while hoping beyond hope that Spring is quickly coming.
(Photo credits to Chris & Hannah || Budding Photographers)