Joe carried the equipment to the bus stop:
Then we took the bus up to the top of a mountain:
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| Someone was less than excited about this idea. |
Then we got out on the snow and shoed:
Actually Joe and I snowshoed, but Mo decided she didn't want to do it despite renting her a pair of Schneeshuhe. When it came down to actually putting them on, she said, "They're like skis, but lamer." And promptly turned her attention to making a snowman:
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| Beginning the process... |
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| ...sitting on the base. |
Then when we returned from our tromping, Joe and I helped her finish Bert the Snowman:
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| Bert stole my hat! |
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| Solo Bert...with a snowstack "hat". |
We are going to look for used Schneeshuhe for Joe and I at the Brockenhaus (thrift store) for future adventures. Mo, on the other hand, wants a Schlitten (sled). We'll look for a couple of those, too.
Today's poem is inspired by our teenager's insight:
"They're like skis,
but lamer."
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6 comments:
Ha! She'd rather be schussing, faster! Love the pics of your adventure!
Thank you to Mo for the giggles this one brought me.
I like the poem.
Thanks, Linda! My girl knows what she likes, and what she doesn't. =)
Thanks, Jeanette. I passed on your giggles to Mo. She has a way with getting to heart of how she feels about things, which is good. =)
Katie, Tony and I were in New Jersey last Saturday when a heavy, wet snow fall began. There was six inches accumulated in the Cirillo front yard by the time we returned. So of course Katie built her first snowman. The lack of mittens made it rather painful, but handsome.
How fun, Helen! Building a snowman without mittens would be very painful, but I'm glad Katie enjoyed herself. What were you doing in NJ?
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