Snowpocalypse 2010: Big jumps

At the first opportunity (read: the moment the roads were cleared) we headed out to survey what the Snowpocalypse had done to the rest of the neighborhood, and to find a decent place to take the kids sledding. Turns out the neighborhood is a mess, but the sledding is at a premium.

An empty retention pond nearby made for the perfect sledding spot, and by the time we arrived the neighborhood kids had already spent a great deal of time and effort designating and designing some pretty intricate sledding and snowboarding runs, complete with turns, bumps, and, as Abby found out "big jumps!"

We started her on the smooth easy run, and I took Caleb down a few times as well. Both kids loved it, although by the end they were far to cold and hungry to show their excitement for the camera.

Justin noticed some kids half his age getting airborne on a run that had three big ramps on it, and of course had to try it for himself. I mean, what self-respecting grown-up is going to let an eighth grader show him up? Our curly-headed daredevil saw the fun everyone was having and let us know she wanted a turn as well.

Abby: I want to do that one like daddy.
Daddy: That one's really bumpy, Abby. Can you hold on tight?
Abby: Yeah, I want to do that big one like daddy.
Daddy: Okay. If you fall you're going to get snow on your face, but you can just brush it off. Hold on tight to the handles.

(I'm convinced this is why my kids like him better than me.)

So she situated her tiny little bottom on the sled, and dad gave her a push. She sped down the hill at a rate of speed that was extremely inappropriate for a toddler, and promptly flew off into the snow when she hit the bottom. Her reaction?

Abby: Wheeeeeeee! That's a big jump! I want to do it again!

She's my crazy child. No doubt about it.