He is… She is…

“A fluffy white day…”

Our journey to sled yesterday was incredibly exciting.  After unsuccessfully searching for sleds, trash can lids and thermal wear this past weekend, we ended up having to get creative.  Lots of layers…A Christmas Story kind.  Thankfully Bray and Addy didn’t seem to mind.  Now, here is where we had to get creative…how to get them downhill?  Cardboard boxes?  Plastic storage lid containers?  Then I had it…a brilliant thought!  While doing laundry on Sunday night, the twinks (one their own I might add) each grabbed a basket, a pillow and a blanket…crawled inside and watched movies the rest of the night in their new little spaces.  That was IT!!  We’ll have them sled in the laundry baskets!!

So we journeyed out.  Two white laundry baskets and a can of Pam…just in case.  My husband thought I was nuts.

We pulled up to the bottom of the little hill.  Several of our neighbors were already out.  We sat.  Watching.  Hmmmmm.  They all had cool sleds.  The latest in snowboards.  Dare we?  Step out of this sweet Honda Odyssey with a two laundry baskets and a can of Pam?  I handed the can to Ken…”Hide this under your jacket for me.”  I was adamantly denied!!  “Absolutely not!” he said.  “This is your deal.”  Hmmmm.  I glanced back out.  What to do?  Aaaaand just as I was ready to set aside the “who cares what other people think or say, my kids are gonna have fun too” thought, we noticed one of the adults was our real estate agent.  Whew!!  And they shared.  We were saved from embarrassment, and my precious angels had the best time ever!!

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~ Bray ~

He is all boy.  Adventurous.  Fearless.  Rough.  Tough.  Abundantly energetic.  I love his determination.  His will to climb that hill all by himself at the ripe age of three was inspiring.  He continually leaves me in awe.

Face-plant!  After a little warming up from mommy, he was back at it again.

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~ Addy ~

She is all girl.  Dainty.  Motherly.  Creative.  Imaginative.  Frilly.  It does not matter what she is wearing – she is descriptive in her ways.  “Mommy, I’m Camping Princess (when she wears her riding boots).  Mommy, I’m Sparkly Princess (when she wears her glitter shoes).”  And yesterday she was, “Snow Princess!”  That is right…she refused to leave the house unless she was wearing her new white play dress.  So I agreed…only if she wore it over everything else.  She is so much fun!

In her words, “We don’t eat the yellow snow, only the white.”  And that she did.  A lot.

~ xoxo