On Sunday we took advantage of the mild temperatures. We took the kids to “Papa’s blue house”, otherwise known as the camp, for a hotdog lunch and a walk in the woods.
It was a really nice trail that mom and dad plan to keep cleared out so we can use it more all year round. There wasn’t enough snow to need snowshoes but enough to make it a bit hard going for Oliver, which meant quite a bit of whining at times.
But it all turned around when we got to the downhill part of the trail. Nana and Papa had lots of fun helping Oliver slide.
Emery’s first time sliding was kind of … uneventful. Listen closely.
Oh to be young again. On both accounts.