The lure of sunshine and snow was too strong to ignore (especially when we knew we'd get to share the scenery with my parents) so we indulged in a weekend over at our little cabin in Winthrop. The Place (what we fondly call the cabin) is a tiny little jewel in the middle of winter with mounds of snow to frolick in, the perfect kid friendly sledding hills within walking distance from the front door, and a cozy wood stove to curl up next to with a good book. Uh, it's heaven.
This winter was no disappointment. Sure there were frozen pipes and yes the snow mobile took a whole afternoon to coax into running. But the snow was deep, the air crisp, the fire toasty and the sledding hill just waiting for us to delight in.
Speaking of sledding, the boys were a hoot and Owen was a pro. The first run or two down the hill he tolerated our presence on the sled with him. Then we asked him if he wanted to go down by himself and he never looked back to tandem sledding. He was a natural; like he was one with the sled. He knew when to stick out a hand to steer or which way to lean to correct the trajectory of his sled. We all cringed when he skidded into the side of the snow wall created by all the plowing of the road and all laughed as he proclaimed at the end how much he liked crashing.
Jesse liked sledding just as much as Owen. He laid perfectly still in the sled on his tummy, occasionally sticking his gloved hand out bounce along beside him. He would babble on and on to Owen as we climbed back up the hill and would squak in protest when his sled came to a stand still. I wish I could always pull him on a sled behind me, it was seriously the cutest thing ever.
Finally when our fingers were frozen and our noses cherry red the fun inside would begin. There were rousing games of Go Fish, lots of story time and delicious meals. One of the highlights for Owen was going under the cabin with my Dad to fix a frozen pipe. I didn't think he'd be a big fan because it's dark and a small space, boy was I wrong. It turned out to be the worlds coolest fort and any time we weren't sledding Owen was asking my Dad if they could go back under the cabin.
It was a lovely not nearly long enough weekend in the snow and I soaked up every minute we were there and every memory we made.