Judging by Robby's reaction, there is nothing better than waking up to discover that the yard has been covered with a thick blanket of heavy snow. He only stopped giggling long enough to hear what he proclaimed to be the best news ever- school has been cancelled for the day. He quickly declared a "Robby, Momom and Daddy day of fun" and requested a breakfast to fill his belly and give him energy for playing in the snow. He suggested a Hot Pocket, bacon and cinnamon rolls. No wanting to squelch his enthusiasm, I acquiesced and prepared the unorthodox breakfast.
After wolfing down his food in record time, we
dressed to conquer the snow and were sledding and throwing snowballs by
8:30 in the morning! Robby's peals of laughter echoed through the
otherwise quiet neighborhood. It was a fun (and utterly exhausting)
The snow was several inches deep and extremely heavy
making walking and running difficult. Robby didn't seem to have any
trouble, but I certainly struggled during our snowball fights. I found
myself suggesting we make snow angels simply because I wanted to lie
down and rest! After two hours and only when we were both sopping wet
and freezing cold was Robby ready to come inside. The warmth and rest
was a welcome relief.
We warmed up by the fire and ate lunch.
Heeding the advice of our electric company, Scott and I prepared for a
power outage. He brought in loads of wood and I baked cookies, brownies,
cupcakes and a loaf of bread. After all, if we were going to lose
power, we might as well be well-fed!
After baking and resting for
a few hours, Robby and I headed back outside. I venture to guess that I
pulled his sled up our hill at least 50 times! He seemed to be having
so much fun whizzing down the hill that I decided to give it a try.
I realize that many of my stories begin with my prefacing "in
retrospect, perhaps it wasn't my wisest decision." I will save the
repetition by fully admitting that perhaps I am becoming too old to
navigate a child-sized sled. After boasting that I was going to "school
him in the ways of sledding" I straddled the small rails and plopped my
ample bum on the extremely small seat. Trying to adjust my weight
distribution, I momentarily lifted my legs from the snow.
warning the sled began zooming down the hill. With Robby running
behind me and cheering me on, I found myself barreling towards the tree
house. Wanting to avoid a direct impact which would inevitably would
have led to pain, I opted to bail. With only seconds remaining, I pushed
my body to the right in an attempt to jump off the wild sled ride. My
prosthesis became hooked onto the sled, causing it to tip over on top of
me. I rolled several times before finding myself face planted into a
pile of snow and dirt inches from the tree house post.
the only thing I really hurt was my pride. Robby congratulated me on my
attempt but claimed that he was the best sledder in the family. I think
he may be right. Perhaps it is time for me to pass the sledding torch
to the next generation because I'm not sure I will emerge unscathed next
time! I resumed my rightful place as sled puller, snow ball maker, and
honorary target for the rest of the afternoon.