God-forsaken-never-gets-any-sun-so-the-snow-never-melts driveway, the kids and I took off sledding.
Drue was admiring/eating a handful of snow at the bottom of the hill when another little girl crashed right into her. Then another group of little girls crashed into them. All us Mothers at the top of the hill held our breath until we saw them, one by one, begin to move all their appendages and start to emerge from the aftermath.
I rode down with Drue a couple times on her saucer. One time we had just reached the bottom of the hill and were trying to get out of the sled. Reese came barreling toward us in her saucer. My first instinct (which I feel guilty about) was to hurl myself from our sled out of her way. Thankfully, before doing so, I remembered that Drue was still sitting there trying to stand up. Which meant I couldn't abandon ship at that point. So I kind of put out a hand to try and slow Reese and put my other arm in front of Drue to soften the blow. And, whoooooosh...there went Tate flying past us. Oblivious to the close call that almost took out all the ladies in his family.
I'm letting my rear end thaw out as I type this. Snow days ROCK!