Winter bliss

After being a bit down in the dumps (could you tell? Geez, sorry about that, enough already, Molly...) I woke up on Saturday determined to do something about it.

The boys had a Cub Scout sledding outing. So rather than stay back at home marveling at how five people can generate that much mess, I dug out the wow-when-was-the-last-time-I-wore-these long underwear and got bundled up to brave the 8-degree day.

Really there is nothing like little boys on sledding hills. They have no fear. 

 And yes, that is terrifying, but also exhilarating. 

It was cold, but pretty with a new snow falling (come on people, yes, yes we have had like 300 inches of snow this year, I am trying to be an optimist here, work with me here.) 

Now this is where this gets fun. Because if you are skimming this you'll be likely to think we had an amazing time. Looking back I was struck by how it's funny that you take photos that show one thing thing, when, in truth, the reality may have been a whole different story. 

You don't take pictures of the crying over frozen toes. 
The disgusting runny noses of kids who are, unknowingly, about to spring fevers.

The toddler who went down once and refused to go again.

You don't reflect on the boys who refused to put on two pairs of socks (even through their mother "told them nine times!"). 

The wails that they were going to have to amputate their fingers and toes because they were so cold. (Okay, well maybe you do take some photos to show them later how ridiculous they looked.)

You just grab the great stuff. Because we're going to have fun IF IT'S THE LAST THING WE DO! 

At least looking back, it's way better to remember the 5 percent that was fun.