Ahh finally for a bit of sledding

So it was pretty much the right combination of snow and sun and temperature for a bit of sledding  beside the house…it is a wimpy hill… but enough that if we pack it down good, they can fly all the way to the creek , so it’s decent fun and no one but themselves to crash into…and the hot cocoa and bathroom are just steps away…the first battle is that hat and mittens are the ticket to get your sled and or shovel (they love shoveling)…after they realize that I am telling the truth…we are ready to go…I have two for the sledding and one for shoveling the drive!   We soon find out that without packing extensively, we can only make it about 4 feet…all this work for 4 feet??  so we go about a few more runs down the hill to see if we can build for distance and speed – they have such a blast on these sledding days I’m not ready to call defeat!  MC, the shoveler, and I decide we need to bring snow from the driveway to the hill to add needed speed and distance…only BB is not in on the idea and takes snow from the hill and packs it into a nice little ball and whips it at his sister, throws his hands up in the air and very dramatically yells, “SNOWBALL FIGHT!!!”…so then his sister turns and chews him out up one side and down the other about packing the hill and we ARE NOT having a snowball fight!  He tries with her one more time with the same response, only louder…so then he moves on to mama! with the same little run down who told him in a nicer way that I didn’t really want to have a “SNOWBALL FIGHT!” and he moved on to his final and poorly chosen target…MC.  He should have known better…brothers…only 14 months apart you know…big brother kind of a moody grump sometimes too…but there he goes, into his, by now, practiced routine with a direct hit to the left shoulder, BAM!  MC stares at his shoulder, looks at me, and then begins with a growl at his brother and the chase is on!  He decides the snow ball is not enough, so he will slam him with a shovel (plastic thankfully) full of snow…at this point I am a bit worried that he will forget about the snow and just go after him with the shovel, but he does not do this thank you Jesus!  He does end up with a direct hit over BB’s head with a big shovel full of snow to which BB is now growling and chasing his brother with his bare hands…I do intervene and remind BB that he wanted the snowball fight to begin!!!  Then BB runs toward the hill and proceeds to run right out of his boots which is when I discover that he decided not to wear socks!  He is just frozen there – bare feet in the snow – until finally he races and jumps up on me like a koala bear…by now I am laughing so hard I really am worried about having an accident on my circle drive!  Good thing it is now my turn to come in and chase Mr.Z out into the fun where he of course starts a snowball fight with the boys(he will read this and tell me he was not the one that started it…bet!) and I got to come in to the peace of my home empty of stomping feet and slamming doors (pitter pattering feet long gone:)

Our hill is lovely, sparkling and bright

So much fun right within sight

miles of trouble to find before night

miles of trouble to find before night

that’s for my mama:)

peace out


About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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2 Responses to Ahh finally for a bit of sledding

  1. Mom says:

    Oh, DarmaZ, yo mama is soooo so entertained by your “LIFE”!! Nice poem too, lady–really nice!
    love, mama

  2. attraversiamodarmaz says:

    My mama rocks which is probably why my life is so entertaining:) Daddy too!
    I went right from Mr. Frost’s example in a book my kids got from their grandma the published poet:)

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