We finally got some snow yesterday. It wasn't a full-on snow day (I had to go to work), but we headed out to Beach Park in the late afternoon armed with two boogie boards and a cookie sheet. Patrick took a few turns down the hill and really enjoyed watching the "big kids." It wasn't long however before the siren song of the slide started calling Patrick's name. The icy conditions--and snowpants--made for super-fast sliding, and an unfortunate face plant into the snow for Patrick as I tried to capture the adorable smile on his face right before he begins his descent.
On the way home Donald and I realized that we hadn't been sledding since the winter of 1996, when a beer-drinking challenge involving Shelley, Ashley, Chip, and Steve Prewitt wrapped up on the hill outside of the Sigma Nu house. I don't recall anyone having a sled or proper snow gear except Donald, who after a brief disappearance appeared clad in snowpants, gloves, hat, parka, and scarf, and bearing a sled. He definitely looked like a big kid.
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