
So far, February feels like spring is ready to go. All our snow is "old snow". We get falling snow occasionally, but it does not accumulate. Very little shoveling, especially in light of the Christmas accumulation.
I have missed out on two opportunities to take pictures of the kids sledding. They were interesting to watch, as well as frustrating to me. On Saturday, the twins and I started sledding on the mounds of snow in the parking lot of the condos from the plow. From there we moved to the hills near the sand traps on the 15th hole. I sat in the Blvd. to oversee this sledding area. Rileigh went home then, and Ethan and I moved to the parking lot of the golf course club house. The back corner of the parking lot has a large water retention basin, and the plows had added to the hill into the basin by pushing all the snow from the parking lot there. Ethan and I went to the club house parking lot again on Monday, with also a tour of the other large "plow mounds".
I could never tell when one was going to benefit from the other's dragging the sled back up the hill. It was not an equal share concept, but they traded out dragging the sled up duties. Neither seemed slighted by the other not pulling their weight. And they are learning how to walk in the snow, and the delicate art of grasping the string to the sled with mittens.
The frustrating part is centered around me being relatively stuck to the base of the hill. I could only watch them lose traction, and slip as they climbed. I could not show them. I tried explaining, but that only goes so far. Add to that me trying to put into words what I know how to do, and you may see my frustration. Not to mention that who does not want to go sledding? I have to encourage activity with words -another strong suit.
In the end, Ethan is more impressed with sledding than Rileigh. He stuck with it the longest, and was most enthusiastic about starting in the first place.
It was a little scary to watch as Ethan chose the steepest drop offs to "slide" down. Especially since most of the hills are basically a pile of ice boulders. So, the run out is not always smooth. So, I am learning not to cringe too much, that they are resilient, and that injuries happen. The funny thing was that Ethan chose to wear his helmet on Monday -with no encouragement from me. If there is one thing that I hope he learned from this venture, is that wet feet are bad. He chose to hop in every puddle he saw. No amount of "don't step in the puddles!" would help.
I have missed out on two opportunities to take pictures of the kids sledding. They were interesting to watch, as well as frustrating to me. On Saturday, the twins and I started sledding on the mounds of snow in the parking lot of the condos from the plow. From there we moved to the hills near the sand traps on the 15th hole. I sat in the Blvd. to oversee this sledding area. Rileigh went home then, and Ethan and I moved to the parking lot of the golf course club house. The back corner of the parking lot has a large water retention basin, and the plows had added to the hill into the basin by pushing all the snow from the parking lot there. Ethan and I went to the club house parking lot again on Monday, with also a tour of the other large "plow mounds".
I could never tell when one was going to benefit from the other's dragging the sled back up the hill. It was not an equal share concept, but they traded out dragging the sled up duties. Neither seemed slighted by the other not pulling their weight. And they are learning how to walk in the snow, and the delicate art of grasping the string to the sled with mittens.
The frustrating part is centered around me being relatively stuck to the base of the hill. I could only watch them lose traction, and slip as they climbed. I could not show them. I tried explaining, but that only goes so far. Add to that me trying to put into words what I know how to do, and you may see my frustration. Not to mention that who does not want to go sledding? I have to encourage activity with words -another strong suit.

In the end, Ethan is more impressed with sledding than Rileigh. He stuck with it the longest, and was most enthusiastic about starting in the first place.
It was a little scary to watch as Ethan chose the steepest drop offs to "slide" down. Especially since most of the hills are basically a pile of ice boulders. So, the run out is not always smooth. So, I am learning not to cringe too much, that they are resilient, and that injuries happen. The funny thing was that Ethan chose to wear his helmet on Monday -with no encouragement from me. If there is one thing that I hope he learned from this venture, is that wet feet are bad. He chose to hop in every puddle he saw. No amount of "don't step in the puddles!" would help.