So I was feeling quite guilty that I did not take or do anything special with the boys during the entire Christmas vacation, er Holiday Break. I came up with the brilliant idea of taking them to Flagstaff to sled. They, of course were all for it and they got to skip a day of school to boot. I dug out mismatched gloves from a box called "winter stuff" in the back of the closet, bought 2 double sleds, insulated socks, a pack of ten hand warmers and off we went. Vince wasn't what I would call too jazzed about the whole little adventure, sledding is too closely related to roller coasters which he will take no part in. As always he didn't complain and came along smiling all the way. The boys and I on the other hand were ready to climb to the highest slope and shoot down at warp speed. Andrew wanted to double up with me while Alex preferred to go it alone. We were freezing but having a great time and then of course someone got hurt. Alex managed to flip mid air out of his sled and crash land onto his stomach. Any normal mother viewing this happen would have probably panicked, and I feel guilty that I didn't but he didn't land on his back or land in a way that I could see he broke a bone. He was fine, just twisted his back a little bit and was probably more embarrassed than anything else. He got up and decided he wanted to leave which was fine with me because I realized that sledding is really only fun for about 30 minutes anyway. As we were walking away Andrew said "Mom, he is such an over exaggerator".
I so do not feel like blogging right now so I will simply post some of the pics and bid adieu.
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