Rocket Run

We have had an extremely white winter this year and it's hard to remember what things like grass, leaves and flowers look like. As the sea of white continues to blanket our town, we have found ourselves stuck inside as of late, tired of gazing at gray skies and having to bundle up in multiple layers just to leave the house.

But, as the old adage goes, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

Fortunately for mommy, she had heard predictions in early fall that this was going to be a bear of a winter. While doing some pre-Christmas shopping one day, she noticed a pile of sleds in the corner of the store. The weather was still mild and snow was the farthest thing from my mind, but a little voice in my head whispered "If you don't buy one now, you won't be able to find one once the first snow falls."

So I listed to that little voice.

Sure enough, the predictions were right - so far we have had more snow in the last 30 days than we did all last winter.

Which brings me to the lemonade.

Since we couldn't get away from the snow and were tired of being cooped up inside, we bundled the little man up in his big winter coat, snow pants, clunky snow boots, hat and mittens and headed out for a great childhood pastime.

Sledding.

Despite Jack Frost nipping at his nose, the little man loves every minute of sledding. No matter how fast, how bumpy, how much snow in the face or how rough the crash, each run down the hill is greeted with a large, happy belly laugh at the bottom.

Shortly thereafter followed by: "Let's do it AGAIN!"

And so up the hill we go again.

And again.

And again.

Each time greeted by a large, happy belly laugh at the bottom.

Which makes for the best kind of lemonade there is.