Snow Cat

We went to visit Scott at his job at Marshall one day just after it snowed. He was called away to actually do some work. Dang-it! I took the kids up to Apple Hill. We stopped at High Hill Ranch and the place was nearly deserted. We had the place to ourselves with a nice blanket of untouched snow. I don't keep a sled in my car on a regular basis but I sure wish I had that day. I managed to scrounge up 5 individual gloves in varying sizes. We had a great time making this snow cat. Emmie was extremely particular about the whisker accuracy.

Last Year's Snowy Day

I found some older pictures on my phone and finally figured out how to put them in our picture files. I liked them well enough I wanted to post them. We only had enough snow this time to make everything really pretty and knock out the power for awhile. I had to pull the kids in the sled all over the lawn. Surprisingly, going down hill was not any easier than going up hill. I took them around the lawn twice and pooped out. I think I remember they went and jumped on the snowy trampoline afterwards. They thought it was fun to listen to the noise as the snow jumped with them. It's not looking like we will get any snowy play days this winter, not at home anyway.

Woah Dad!

Scott took off down the sled run he had dug out while we watched from below. He was doing fine until he sailed over one of the moguls at the bottom and slammed his head back against the hard packed ice. He laid still at the bottom when he finally came to a halt to catch his breath. Clay watched and said, "Oh, Dad must be dead because he's not moving." I told Clay he better run down and take a picture of dad and make sure he was really dead. Of course Clay wasn't at all worried about his dad being dead. The kids have already informed us Scott will of course be the first to die in our family because he's the oldest (AS FAR AS THEY KNOW!). Death is such a nothing to them right now. They know you go to be with Jesus and you don't come back and that's as far as they think about it. Clay took these pictures and to his surprise Dad wasn't dead after all. Phew, we still had a ride home! Actually we almost didn't have a ride home. Scott went into his, no longer, zippered pocket to retrieve the car keys and they weren't there. After a moment of panic from Scott and an equally long moment of disgust from the rest of us Scott found the keys in his gators cinched down around his boot. The disgust was mostly on my part because this wasn't the first time Scott had nearly lost the keys on a trip out to the middle of no where and probably not the last.

Snow Day

We had a great day in the snow! We drove a little over half an hour up the road to Omo Ranch and went sledding. It was too crowded for our wild children so we found our own hill on the north side. The snow was crisp and fast. Scott had a hard time digging in a good run because the snow was so hard. At the bottom there were many moguls that sent us flying. Emmie was a good sport and never complained when I landed on top of her. Once she was thrown forward and was snagged out of the air with the tow rope around her waist. The moguls at the bottom were so slick and icy they were perfect for the kids. They sat down and slid down one after the other on their rumps. Clay enjoyed that but he didn't want to ride in the sled. No broken bones, bruises, scrapes or frostbite! What a great day!