Sledding

We went sledding last weekend. There is pretty substantial hill a mile down the street from us. We tried to go sledding there once last year. Oliver went down once and Amelia and Tim had a couple successful runs. We were home 15 minutes later.

Second times a charm, right?

I was the designated picture taker since sledding is not advised while pregnant. I was a little concerned of logistics of one parent and 2 young kids sledding, but oh well. They went down the hill a few times crammed into our small blue sled.

Then came our brilliant plan. Actually, it was Amelia's idea. She wanted to go down all by herself, but I thought this was a safer idea...

...And it worked great. They made it down just fine.

They did the train sledding a few times and then Tim took Oliver solo. Amelia was really wanted to go down so she hopped in her little purple baby sled. She really wanted to do it by herself. So I sent her down to Tim waiting at the bottom. You are going to have to use your imagination as to what that looked like because I was too busy not breathing to take any pictures. She has no fear. Not one bone in her body was the least bit nervous. By the end of the very fun and injury free sledding adventure Tm was pulling both of them up the hill because they were too tired.

The most special cake ever.

On Wednesday Oliver wanted to make a cake for his dad.

Me: Why do you want to make a cake for dad? It's not his birthday yet?

Oliver: How about we make a cake just to celebrate dad.

Me: Okay, I think that's a great idea, but tonight is not a good night. I have to work. How about Friday?

Oliver: Okay.

Oliver remembered on Friday. We made a box cake and used store bought frosting and had a lot of fun doing it. Since it was not for a special occasion where a lot of people would see it I decided to let them go to town. There was frosting and sprinkles everywhere, and a lot went straight into our mouths.

As we were finishing up and I got most of the sprinkles and frosting off their hands I began to understand what a cool thing we had going. I should also add that Oliver doesn't even like cake so I knew that his mission was not completely selfish. I say completely selfish because I know he does enjoy baking with me. To say that I am proud of Oliver for wanting to do such a special thing for his dad is an understatement. You should have seen how excited he was when Tim pulled into the garage. He wanted me to turn off all the lights and he hid the cake on the stove.

When Tim came in Oliver yelled "Surprise! We made you a cake". Tim was very confused as it was not is birthday or even Father's day "Why did you make me a cake?" Oliver replied, "Because we wanted to celebrate you". I was tearing up by then. Tim is a great dad and very much deserves celebrating. He is an awesome dad and I could not ask for a better husband.

Why did I think this was not a special occasion and why would I not want anyone to see our "messy" cake? I think it's the most beautiful (and especially yummy) cake in the world. I'm very proud of you my sweet little boy. May your heart always be this big and may you always find something to celebrate.