"Sledding"

A definite plus to living in a state with four distinct seasons is watching the kids' excitement with each dramatic shift of the seasons. I know I tend relish each season more when I know it's fleeting. Midway through summer, I start thinking wistfuly of fall. Around the end of October, I decide I'm ready to face snow again. By December, we're all jonesing for those first flurries.

With impeccable timing, Mother Nature provided our first snowfall of the season on December first this year. "Snowfall" being a relative term, as it was more slushy than fluffy, and the grass was still poking through.

Good enough for Bear and Bug, though. As soon as they got home from school, they went out to "sled."

I was dubious that there was enough snow to slide on, but they would not be dissuaded, and sure enough, they made it work.

Bear initally agreed only to go out and watch Bug sled and "maybe walk around a bit." I think she feels sledding is somehow beneath her newfound maturity.

(Snort).

Within two minutes they were both rolling around like puppies.
Didn't you realize that sledding is a full-contact sport?