Once we got into town, we found a school yard with some decent hills for sledding. This is where the trip literally started going "downhill". Once the kids were in their ski bibs and coats, they started to complain about being "fat". They are not used to wearing more than shorts and a t-shirt and an occasional pair of sweats. So they felt restricted. (Like the kid on Christmas Story.) Reed thought he knew more than me and figured his jeans, Vans, and coat would keep him dry. I decided to let him learn one of life's little lessons and wear what he wanted. We played in the snow for a few hours and then headed to our hotel. (Reed was probably getting close to the first stages of hypothermia when we got to the hotel. Lesson Learned!)When you tell our kids that they need to be very quiet because there are people on each side of us... that's when they decide to be the noisiest. ( We actually have had security called on us when the kids were smaller.) The rest of the evening was filled with arguing and complaining. Dan took the kids to the hot tub and I went to bed, sick of them all. In the morning the fighting and teasing continued. I had enough. No more snow, we are going home! I was drained. It took a lot of planning to get the kids up there and then they don't even appreciate it. So, I will forever chalk this one up as a botched snow trip.
The snow was amazing. There was at least 4 feet everywhere! Some of the snow drifts on the side of the road were at least 15 feet. I am going to try to go back, minus the kids. Which I feel somewhat bad about because they never see snow. But that's what they get for being brats!
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That sounds like it could've been lots of fun. Sorry it didn't work out, but atleast now you have some really cute pictures of everyone in the snow. :)
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