Santa brought us a trip to a cabin in the snow and sleds for Christmas. (We skipped the traditional presents and went with memories this year). We opened presents from the grandparents, grabbed our stockings and piled in the car. On the way up, Colby excitedly said, "Santa knows what our family likes! Trips!"
We don't have snow clothes but were lucky to scrounge up various sizes from friends. Colby's coat was too small, his bibs too short, my bibs were too short as well and Charlotte wore little boy snow clothes! We were quite the site.
The last day, we sledded all morning, took a break for a late lunch and within the hour we were in the restaurant, the temperature dropped ten degrees and it started snowing. We were supposed to go back out, but I threw a small fit and sat in the car…for five minutes until I declared myself the lamest mom ever and went out with everyone else. I was the worst of the whiners for the next hour - it was freezing!
The kids sledded and sledded, insisting that it wasn't cold. Colby's too small clothes left his skin exposed at his wrists and ankles, but he insisted he was fine…until he wasn't. We were packing up and heading for the car when he burst into tears, planted his bum in the snow and said he was too cold to move a muscle. Dad to the rescue.
They're so good to indulge my, "wait, wait, let me get a picture!"
Belle was the only one who thought I was cool enough to ride double with.
What most of our evenings looked like…. This night we were all playing tinker toys, then the kids got bored and ditched me for a movie.
Charlotte rocking the hot cocoa mustache...
This was so fun, we're already planning "memory" birthdays for this year. Charlotte has decided she wants to go camping. :/