Just before Christmas, my aunt's present for the kids arrived. Isabella was beyond excited, it wasn't freezing cold outside, and there was about six inches of snow on the ground, so we decided to take all three kids out in the sled. This was Luci and Nico's first experience with the white stuff.
It started out very well for all three.
We put Isabella in the back seat, and then put Luci in Nico's "lap" in the front seat, given that he's the heavier of the two.
I wear mittens on my feet because that's just the way I roll...and also because my mama's too cheap to buy me boots since I'm not walking yet.
Care to wager a guess on approximately how long it took to get us all dressed?
I switched Luci and Nicholas' positions in the sled, and added Nicholas' trusty sidekick (he will be 15 before he abandons the binky-or more accurately, before I allow him to abandon the binky), and that seemed to work for awhile, although it appears Luci got the raw end of the deal here.
I may suffer in silence now, but you will pay for it after midnight.
Isabella wanted to get out and play soon after that, and then each twin had his/her own seat.
Inside these gloves, we are flipping mommy the bird for forcing us to freeze our collective arses off.
Then, Isabella wanted to give pulling the sled a try.
Have you considered South Beach for these kids? Seriously.
Nicholas was soon politely expressing his desire to exit the sled (read: screaming at the top of his lungs), so I thought, hey, maybe he wants to play in the snow too.
Nicholas enjoyed 30 seconds of frozen fun. Then, this happened.
I've given him plenty of fodder for his therapy sessions when he's five.