On the occassion of the first snowfall of the season, I attempted to take the kids sledding. It took too long getting out the door and Will fell asleep in the car, so we aborted the trip.
We went again post-nap pre-dinner. When we arrived at the spot recommended by a friend, I realized that I had been there once before, almost two years ago. I was in Fairfax, getting bar application things done. I was pregnant with Will and Andrew was just an 18 month old baby. It was a hot day and the large brick building overlooking our sledding spot had been a construction zone of endless fascination to Andrew. It was strange to be back there on such a different day, such a different point in my life, even if only two years separated the two me's.
Will was not very excited about sledding. He tolerated it at best, but mainly he hated it. Andrew was in heaven. So was I.
We sledded next to a patch of kids. I had the impression it was a group of family friends or neighbors. We parallel sledded, but that was enough to make Andrew feel included and excited. He chose the sledding spot.
When we got home, I asked Andrew what his favorite part about sledding had been.
"The kids," he replied, even though we had not spoken to a single one.
6 comments:
That is so fun - you are a cool mom. Makes me wish we did stuff like that! You've inspired me.
what a sweet little kid--that is so cute!
I am impressed that you took the kids out sledding. I don't know if you knew that I have always loved sledding. Wish I could have been there!
Cute pictures! What a fun little excursion.
i love andrew so much! what a cutie.
What a fun time -- one day Will and Andrew will read through these posts and think of what wonderful lives they've had.
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