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Hi everybody. First a quick explanation, then the picture I have for you.
I was heading out to the car this morning, and after starting the frigid lump of steel, hoping that it would warm up, I went back to put the garbage out for pickup. Not usually a bid deal, but it’s up the other side deck over the perpetual snow-drift we have here from Fall to Spring. My boys are kind enough to tramp a path back and forth to the side deck through/over/around this snowdrift, so it’s not too bad hiking through it.
But this morning I had to go back to that spot just off of said deck, because I realized there was something of note there. My youngest, Aidan, was playing outside last night when we got home (so was Connor), and in playing he had forgotten to put away his toys. Now, remember, he has no preset ideas about what is a proper winter toy, so here is what he was doing yesterday in the snow, in full snow-gear, in the dark, at minus 10 C.
Joy and happiness come hurtling down the hill, one gleeful shriek at a time.
This is a second post for today but I just had to share the photos of the younger boys on their new tubes.
That’s about it. Once I figure out how to update the images as they stand, then I’ll go back and add titles, maybe.
Tyrel patted the munitions, eying his enemy’s fortifications with trepidation. Winter battles were tricky, the cold was the worst at first, but then as the battle dragged out and the casulalities mounted, then things got really bad.
“Incoming!” Sarah’s voice from the far end of the wall sounded panicked. She was usually so calm and collected that to hear her like this shook Tyrel’s nerve more than any single attack could.
“I’m coming Sarah!” Breathless, Tyrel scrambled out of his foxhole, darting furtively through the night like a flittering snowflake.
The last month or so had seen a running series of battles, some were lost but most of the time he and his team of crack commando’s had won the day.
Pressing forward with each victory, they had just about rounded up and cleaned up every last one of these blasted invaders, but this last battle was going slowly. His star had set, the enemy had better munitions and more manpower although where the extra bodies came from was anyone’s guess. This battle was going to be close.
“Sarah! I’m here, you ok?” Tyrel checked to make sure she was still breathing, heaving a sigh of relief when he saw the frosty puffs of steam from each breath she let out. As he sat there looking at her, he couldn’t help but wonder about other settings. What would it be like to catch her under the mistletoe?
“Yeah, they’ve just got us pinned, we can’t move up to fire back. Each time we do they get closer to taking one of us out.”
“Alright. Give me a minute.” Tyrel thought carefully about the situation.
A voice called out from the distance…
“Kids, hot chocolate’s ready, come in and warm up before bed!”