The longer I am married to my husband, the more happy I am with my choice. One thing I am am grateful for is that each visit to the in-laws turn into an adventure, a vacation. In the summer we get to swim in pristine lakes, and in the winter we get to play in mounds of powdery snow.
These pictures might give you an idea as to why I haven't been blogging lately...plus, when you get home from a trip there is always a huge list of to-do's...right? Or am I the only one?
This was my 3rd time ever driving a snowmobile and already my niece had more guts than I did when it came to daring snow sports, however, my excuse is that last time I took a small child snowmobiling I buried the snowmobile in the snow, got lost in the woods, it got dark, I ended up carrying my child for a long way...until a random man appeared in the woods on his snowmobile and drove us to safety. This is my oldest son's earliest childhood memory and he remembers clearly that we stopped and prayed and "that man appeared."
The Cousins. They deserved to received a capital letter in reference.
My middle son insisted on making a snowcat vs. snowman.
We call this The Box. It is at least two decades old, and we advise that you enter at your own risk. (Note, we trusted it enough to put our children in it, but I did tell my father-in-law that if they crashed through the ice I did expect him to sacrifice himself for the life of the children.)
This looks like a good idea, but then I got on the front and it didn't really work too well....too many long legs dangling off the sides.
The boys are finally at good ages for playing in the snow, meaning that the time playing outside finally lasts longer than the time getting children dressed and undressed in all that snow gear.
My husband didn't understand why we all thought he looked like a crazy, snow psycho.....
Our youngest loves anything outside. He lasted a long time in the snow, and having his older cousin to pull him up and down hills didn't hurt.