The kids spent most of the day at the park by the bigger's school, sledding with friends. Then they all went to lunch. As soon as they got home, they wanted to go sledding again.
The temperature is a balmy twenty-something Fahrenheit for the second day in a row, so, sure, I'll stand at the top of the hill and watch.
I wish I would have brought a chair. Standing for that long, in the cold, on the snow, even with good winter boots, just not what my feet, ankles, legs, knees, hips, or back really like. I was plenty stiff and sore getting in and out of the Jeep.
They slid a couple times, once in the plastic disks, and once in the tubes, but the hike up that bigger hill got the better of them. Especially after a whole morning and mid-day doing it with the other friends.
They spent the rest of the hour or so we were there sliding on bellies on an iced-over berm that seems to have been constructed to keep sleds from careening into the playground. Also, they spent a lot of time building little snow mounds and creatures. For something to do, while they built snow armies at the bottom of the hill, I ambled back and forth to the Jeep, putting a sled away at a time. They never seemed to notice or care.
Good to be outside. Fresh air and a little cloudy brightness again.