The day after Valentine's Day we had a Sledding Preschool Fieldtrip. Luckily for me, Paul didn't have to be in to work until the afternoon and I got to leave Alex behind. She wasn't too happy about that, poor girl, but in my defense, she doesn't have any snow clothes and the temperature was in the single digits with blowing wind and snow. She was much better off at home. Noah and I had a lot of fun, despite the frigid weather...until about an hour into it, when he suddenly started whining and crying. First he didn't want the sled I had, he wanted a different one, so we waited our turn for it. Then when we got it he insisted he didn't want to go down anymore. But he also refused to walk down the hill and get in the van. I asked him what he wanted to do and he sobbed, "I'm cold. I just want to sit up here all day!" Now, that's reasonable. I headed to the van and he eventually joined me...still sobbing of course. Don't you hate it when a perfectly enjoyable outing with the kids ends this way?!? Oh well, it was worth it!
Yes, that little yellow speck is Noah
Noah never once pulled a sled up the hill...he made his friends do all the work
Are you in there Noah?