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Fun in the cold-Sledding

We took the kids to the local sledding hill for some fun.  K had to be talked into going, but then had a blast.  
D immediately made friends with other kids and was off.  
Here is a funny picture of Kent taking K up the hill, and Kirby taking the sled up the hill.  Do you see that enormous dog in the corner (yes that is a dog and not a horse).  Turns out our dog is alot like our boy, he immediately made friends with the giant dog and played and played.  
So, I am not what you would call an "Outside Girl".  I like nature and whatnot, but I am not athletic or coordinated at all.  When I try to have fun outside, it usually isn't good.  K took the brunt of it this time.  
Kent convinced me to take K down the hill, just once.  About 2/3 of the way down we lost control.  I panicked and grabbed K, at the same moment the sled flipped.  I ended up sliding ON K for a while.  I felt (and still feel) horrible.  I scooped her up and screaming and crying she yelled, "Mom, Dat no FAIR".  I tried to clean the snow out of her nostrils, and hug her, but I was not her favorite person for awhile.  

Here she is after we got home, still a little angry.  The hot chocolate did help a bit.  I am pretty sure that my little stunt gets me a nomination for the Mother of the Year Award.  

Here is a little video of D and Kent hitting great air, and Kirby pulling his weight (literally).

Comments

Miss M said…
That looked like a lot of fun. I've kind of forgotten all about snow.
February 24, 2009 at 12:17 PM
HRHNeenerita said…
just one question you neglected to answer. are you OK you might get a massage for i am sure you contorted yourself to try not not hurt K, Kirby is cool wish i had had one when I was little to pull the sled maybe the family did but it would have been with your mom mot me
February 25, 2009 at 11:28 PM
Anonymous said…
I like Kirby playing with the Mastiff!
February 28, 2009 at 4:42 PM
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