The day started out with Frittata and cinnamon rolls. M. turned 11 yesterday and we had a night of little girls and The Tale of Despereaux. Jesse tried to get me out of bed to make the cinnamon rolls but I assured him he was perfectly capable and....because I was tired. I woke up at 4 and had finally been able to go back to sleep so getting up at 7 was not what I wanted. Now I can remind him of this day and how well the cinnamon rolls turned out and forever sleep in. Yay me.After the girls left we decided we wanted to get out in the snow and enjoy the chance to sled so we went to a park that had good hills for sledding. The great thing about Oregon is that there are parks on just about every other corner. Some huge and some just a little side of the rode blip. What cracked me up is we went dressed and prepared, thinking we were pretty savvy but each of us had to adjust clothing, gloves etc... after just one run down the hill. The snow seemed to creep into every spot we overlooked.
1. 15 minutes of adjusting gear for our first slide.
2. 5 seconds of screaming fun down the hill.
3. 15 minutes of re-adjusting gear after said 5 seconds.
4. Now we were really geared up and ready to have fun!