Sprout was very excited to go sledding after getting a new snow bib and sled with Dad. We got all the snow gear in the car along with some snacks and hot chocolate and headed up the mountain. The kid couldn't wait. He went down a couple of little runs with Mr. Mitchell and then decided they needed to go to the top of a steep one. His dad obliged, and we immediately regretted it. Sprout spent the entire rest of the hour and half of the drive home yelling and crying. "I don't want to sled; I do want to sled; no, I really don't want to sled; I want to go with Mommy on the sled; no, I want Daddy to carry me; I am not going sledding; wait, why are we leaving?! I want to stay!" We're not sure why he was so upset to leave when he clearly wasn't going to have anything to do with sledding after the steep run.
Little Lady was pretty oblivious to the plans but was wailing as soon as we had her bundled in snow gear. She calmed down for a bit and even took a turn on the sled once, but it was short lived. She soon cried piteously when we set her down on the ground even throwing herself backwards into the snow and rolling around like the kid on A Christmas Story.
Daddy felt sad since he had been planning our sledding outing for a couple of weeks and was so excited to take the kids. He was, at least, able to find a bit of humor in both of our children coming unglued while looking like marshmallow babies.
I actually rather enjoyed myself.
The sad tale as told by pictures:
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| Carrying Sprout up per his request only to have him start hollering about how he's not getting on the sled. |
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| Has no clue why we dragged her here. |
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| Dejected. |
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| "I'll be cute for a second before I lose it." |
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| "I'm going to be a contradictory, ornery cuss." |
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| A ruthless mom laughs at her crying child. Not really. It was more the situation I was laughing at. |
lol I feel you, Paul. It's the worst when you plan stuff and it doesn't work out.
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