On Christmas, we received a glorious dump of snow. That night, I emailed a bunch of friends from church to see who wanted to go sledding the next day and almost all of them came–40+ people. Chalk that up to how you know you have the coolest friends ever!
My friend Eva suggested we sled at the hill behind her school, which was perfect because we had it entirely to ourselves. I brought hot chocolate to warm everyone up and we played for hours.
Bode photobombing the Phillips
Snowman photobomb
Sledding train!
The lowlight: Some of the dads were egging me on to tube down the hill at warp speeds. It was early in the day so the fluffy snow was not yet compacted. I took a running leap onto the tube, it completely stuck to the snow while I flew forward, face-planting in the powder. Jon took a picture and after years to exploiting everyone else’s humiliations, I totally deserved it.
The highlight: Earlier that day when I crawled up the ladder in our garage to retrieve our sled from the overhead storage, I asked Bode if he’d catch me if I fell.
“No way, Mom. You weigh like 100 pounds!”
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