The children had been cooped up in the house for a day and a half, with bloody cold weather outside (-18C during the day) and were going a bit nutty.
We’d been meaning to get Finn out on some skis that were given to her last winter by friends north of us and so it seemed we found ourselves dressing for a ski and a tramp (in Owen’s case, as he hasn’t any skis yet).
I walked us to the barn where I donned my own skis and helped Finney into hers. I had thought she had poles as well, but we couldn’t find any and she was just as happy with some sticks anyway. It all went pretty well, but she did get a little frustrated toward the end. We found it best if she shuffled along in my ski tracks. Owen had strapped on some dinosaur feet and was pleased as punch to go flumphing around making up stories of conquest and terror with his great feet leaving huge prints behind him.
I took the kids out for a late lunch at Massey House restaurant here in town afterwards, where they coveted and then sipped some hot chocolate with their lunch. Its been an altogether agreeable day.
