So far, we've been sledding three days in a row. The first was Christmas Day, when it was so cold and windy that neither Mandy or me could stand to be out in the cold for more than a couple of runs.
Christmas Day. It was too cold for snapping a bunch of pictures, especially at the top of the hill where the wind was blowing sleds out of kids' hands left and right. Even though a ton of snow fell, the top looks grassy because it was all blowing away. This first video is of Mandy and Noah going for their second ride down - note the 'high five' given just before they go airborne, and the loss of boot as they regroup. Noah didn't seem to mind the snow on his sock feet and down his mittens. That's Elliot making some noise at the end.
Looking back up the hill after a fast ride to the bottom.
Noah staring at me impatiently while I take a pic. There is sledding to be done.
Passed out shortly afterwards - with a little windburn. Even with the brutally cold wind, he still didn't want to leave but Mandy and I couldn't take it anymore. His feet and hands were wet and his face seemed almost frozen.
The day after Christmas. Noah and cousin Charlie sledding at the Grandparents house, at the same spot their moms went sledding, in the steep front yard that empties the sledder right into the street. No safety issues there...
Noah "hurt his shoulder" sledding into the jeep - according to him, he needed some candy to make it feel better.
Charlie's turn.
Two days after Christmas - better mittens, boots on tighter and another, thicker hat - now we're ready for some serious time outside. Uncle Todd and cousin Dylan joined us for the fun. It was mid-20's, wind still blowing hard at the top, but sunny and nice once you were down the hill a few feet.
We went down together about 10 times (with Noah getting "tired" at the bottom, and wanting to ride on my shoulders back up the hill). After a while, he suddenly announced "Daddy you can't go with me" and wouldn't let me ride on the sled with him any more. After begging a few times (hey, it's fun for adults too) I said OK and told him he was on his own. His first solo ride on Suicide Hill, he went all the way down. We took him on the more child-friendly (but not entirely safe) side of the hill, but Uncle Todd is spotting him just in case.
His first crash. It was inevitable. He laughed.
Mixing it up a little.
We lasted over two hours. Noah, as might be predicted, fought me pretty hard when I told him it was time to go and I had to carry him to my Jeep kicking and yelling about only wanting "five more times". Afterwards we all went out for pizza, and he almost passed out on the five minute drive there. Mandy and E met us there, and we devoured two large pizzas pretty quickly.
Noah is still dressed in his PJs under his snow bib, and sporting some rosy red cheeks.
This is what a tired boy looks like when we tell him we're out of St. Louis-style cheese pizza and he has to eat the regular crust combo. Seriously.
He passed out shortly after I loaded him back into the Jeep and ended up sleeping for 2 1/2 hours. If he had stayed awake, we would have seen the face above all afternoon. Instead we were treated to this one, and a happy boy once he woke up.
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