The news from the weekend? Snow. Just a few inches, but more than we've had all year. (Don't throw your scary building-sized icicles at me, North-easterners, k-doke?)
For the small man, the weather meant it was sledding time. For the wee lass, it was sweaters.
This year, the Kid was ready to go down the big hill "by myself, Mom". I joined in for one ride, but mostly he flew solo.
He almost ran into a drainage ditch once. And he got knocked over by a guy on an inflatable tube. But tube-man got guilted into pulling him back up the hill, so I believe the Kid felt made whole by restitution--overall it was a successful outing.
Little Miss--who has gone all princess-y about wailing in the cold--snuggled in the car with mom or dad, by turns. She's just now fitting into a few sweaters I knitted when she was a mere twinkle in my eye, so those have been fun to pull out for the snowstorm, too. (Purple shrug info; pink chunky vest info.)