One activity we were determined to get to was sledding. And when I say determined, I mean determined.
|Sam, that's not how we take pictures.|
|Thanks for the help, Violette.|
|Plan A is a go.|
|Don't be fooled. We're not actually moving.|
|Plan A failed.|
Next I tried Plan C, which involved a little kiddy-sled.
Plan D was Sam trying to roll down the hill.
Plan E was once again my idea. I refused to be bested by the kiddy-sled, so I got in again and told Sam to pull me down the hill.
|Onward, noble steed!|
Plan F was pretty much the same, but Violette was in the kiddy-sled this time.
Plan G was Sam in the kiddy-sled and it failed before it even started. But then he got an idea. An awful idea. The Sam got a wonderful, awful idea!
And thus, Plan H (inchworm down the hill) was born!
We headed back to the house, where I decided to join in on the snow angel making, as I was already covered in snow.
Sam apparently forgot how to snow angel.
|Sam, that is not how you snow angel.|