Sledding



Sledding is the epitome of motherhood. The prep of mitten hunting, snowpants retrieval and unknotting bootlaces is better now that the sledders are older. That part used to make me really crabby. Especially when a small toddler son would get all stuffed in, buckled up and zipped, then needed to go to the bathroom. Now there is less prep, but there is prep, nonetheless. "Where's my hat?" "Mom, can I use your mittens?" And then, the event. Sometimes a sledding hill delivers uneventfully easy slow rides. Other times, there are bruises, frozen fingers, head lumps, and speedy crashes. You never know. And, that's motherhood in a nutshell. Pack 'em up, bring the First Aid kit, and hope for the best ...


There isn't much snow in the Front Range mountains of Colorado right now. Our front yard only has snow in shady spots. It's been a rather dry winter. But, there's just enough snow, to make a slick ice sledding hill up on Rampart Range Road --and plenty of scary rocky patches to avoid. Woo hoo!!
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This sledding adventure was a mild one -- no major crashes, just one minor twisted wrist which was better by dinner time. Here's a short video clip as proof . No spectacular money-winning crash videos happened on this day. All good.

VIDEO: Click the triangle image to start the video (below).

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1 comments:

Laura Parker said...

loved that you wrote about this and documented it. loved watching the video, too. fun to have record of the fun times as a family. you are an awesome mother, friend. love, L