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Columbus, Ohio did not get a white Solstice or Christmas, much to the dismay of my children. For our visit up North-ish, I had brought snow pants for my younger children (each graduating to the older child's last year's castoffs, with none for the eldest,) and found snow pants for only $7.00 at the charity shop here at my folks' that fit Dino. I was quite pleased, for pants in not so nice a shape back home run $ 20 - $ 30 at the children's consignment shops.
Here in Pennsylvania, the snow came deep enough to shovel (a novelty actually enjoyed by my sons) and joy of joys! Sledding! There are slopes near my parents' house in a little park just big enough to slide down and get breathless climbing back up.
Dino and Irish pulled their little sister Sparkle on the sled to the park - it was so sweet! The snow came down sideways, covering us all with white. My father and I laughed hard at all the simple pleasures the kids had sledding. ("Woo! I beat the hill record for distance! Just barely!") Sparkle had a difficult time climbing the snowy hillside, and kept slipping, saying such endearing things as exclamations as she did. ("Oops! Snow sure is slippery," "I need sticky tape to get up this hill," and "Sled slide up, too?")
The 39 steps back up from the park nearly did us in, but when we got back inside, grandma made hot chocolate with marshmallows.
My children, all with rosy cheeks and huge smiles looked so happy around the table. This is what family visits are all about: shared fun together.
Here in Pennsylvania, the snow came deep enough to shovel (a novelty actually enjoyed by my sons) and joy of joys! Sledding! There are slopes near my parents' house in a little park just big enough to slide down and get breathless climbing back up.
Dino and Irish pulled their little sister Sparkle on the sled to the park - it was so sweet! The snow came down sideways, covering us all with white. My father and I laughed hard at all the simple pleasures the kids had sledding. ("Woo! I beat the hill record for distance! Just barely!") Sparkle had a difficult time climbing the snowy hillside, and kept slipping, saying such endearing things as exclamations as she did. ("Oops! Snow sure is slippery," "I need sticky tape to get up this hill," and "Sled slide up, too?")
The 39 steps back up from the park nearly did us in, but when we got back inside, grandma made hot chocolate with marshmallows.
My children, all with rosy cheeks and huge smiles looked so happy around the table. This is what family visits are all about: shared fun together.
