Snow play in our family is what you might expect: spend 30 minutes getting dressed to play in the snow, spend 15 minutes actually playing in it. #MomLife, am I right? But Thursday night after work, it wasn't nearly as cold, and the snow was at least somewhat melted (enough that we could walk in it at least). So we decided to head over to Messiah's Cemetery Hill to sled. We snapped a family pic on the way out to document the occasion. (As a side note: my ski pants and jacket were from 2002 so let's just say it took two people to get me zipped in.)
The kids had a blast and Seth and I didn't have a heart attack walking up the huge hill with all the sleds 50 times. It had been warmer the past few days so the top of the snow had an icy glaze on it. You could literally sit on the snow without a sled or toboggan and fly down the hill. You know where I'm going with this, right? ;)
On one of the very fast trips down the hill, Carter was heading right toward the metal goal posts that are at the bottom of the hill. He had to bail off and did--face first into the ice. YOWCH. There was blood and crying, but he hopped up and headed right back to the top of the hill for more. This is what his face looked like when we got home. Sweet thing!
Lucky, the leprechaun who visits our house each St. Patrick's Day, also stopped by with some treats for the kids after they had gone to bed. Inside the paper by the bubbles was news that they were going to their first Hershey Bears game, something Carter had been begging to do for quite some day!! YAY!



