The Grands were here this weekend. Son and DIL had things to go to so both T and D got off the bus here on Friday after school. The first thing we did was go sledding over at Great Grampa's house next door. He has the best hill in the neighborhood and loves having the children make good use of it. This is Mr. D starting down the hill.
It's a long walk back up the hill.
Whew! Made it!
Of course Noodles the cat who thinks he is a dog had to go along with us.
Miss T picked him up and said he was shivering. I thought he was probably purring but when I held him I could tell that he was shivering so I took him home.
Opps! Somebody lost their hat on this trip down the other side of the hill!
Yep, it was Mr. D! Guess it was time to go in the house for some hot chocolate and dry socks!
If you are honest and over a certain age you have done something really regrettable. I'm not talking about anything illegal. I'm talking about the sleds with the runners and the metal part that held the top together...........and the fact that some of us, me included, just HAD to stick our tongue on that metal to see if it would really stick! Am I right?
We had a fabulous place to slide called Town House Hill when I was a youngster. It was a couple miles up the road which at that time seemed like nothing, now I would groan at the thoughts of walking up a steep hill but this was 'back in the day'. I vividly remember the cold day that I was zooming down over that hill and the thought struck me that I should try touching my tongue on the metal on the way down..... Man oh man did that ever stick! I spent the rest of the way down trying to get it 'unstuck' without pulling half of my tongue off.
There really is nothing you can do in that situation when you are two miles from home but bite the bullet and just yank your poor stuck tongue as hard as you can and it does come off, mostly. There was a small layer left on the sled forever to be part of it. Needless to say I never did that again.
Now back to the present. The kids wanted Grampie to get out his old trumpet that he played in high school. I was cleaning up from dinner but could hear awful sounds coming from the playroom! The Hubs did a pretty good job of playing Taps and then the kids were giving it a try. Yikes! I'm glad I was upstairs!
The kids went to bed about 8 o'clock and were in lala land in minutes. All that nice cold air and walking up and down the hill was good exercise for them and they slept like a rock. Well....until about 6:30 AM when they came giggling into our room! Grampie was already up but I was still snoozing until two little ankle biters climbed in bed with me! I certainly didn't mind though, wouldn't have it any other way! :o)