Sunday Fun Day

Gavin posing in his snow pants

I really need to write more blogs!  Not a day goes by that I don't feel guilty about not writing one.  I should've made a New Year's resolution to write more blogs.  I didn't.  Instead I made one to eat more cheese and I'm totally succeeding in that department.

The look out hole in the fort

Have you noticed winter slowly comes into your life but then like a stalker won't ever leave?  Everyone thinks fall is so nice; the leaves changing color, the cool nights, the bon fires, the Badgers going to the Rose Bowl and then it gets cold.  Then the snow comes.  Then it snows some more.  And some more.  And it's still snowing outside right now!  Our snow banks are as high as our pool fence.  In other words if you wanted to get over the fence you only have to walk up the snow bank and back down the snow bank on the other side and you can begin frolicking in the pool.

This Sunday we decided to take full effect of the snowy weather.  We had a super Sunday fun day. There was sledding. We built, and I don't want to brag here, but a pretty sensational snow fort with walls and everything.  There was a snow ball fight.  There were sled races. 

We did learn something about the owning of a dog and the snow, though.  It turns out during winter when you let the dog out every day, generally several times a day he's actually doing his business somewhere.  You think, hey, let's go sledding down this awesome hill with our kids.  You don't think, "hmmm, I wonder where the dog has been doing his business for the last 3 months?"  Have you heard of that old adage out of sight, out of mind.  Ya, that actually came to mind on fun day Sunday.

Luckster still has track speed!

There we were having the time of our lives.  We were laughing, making snow angels and chasing each other around in straight up Spiegelhoff euphoric merriment.  We decided to take some family runs down the old toboggan run.  Carrie and Q in the old skool red racer sled in front and Gavin and I in the sno-tastic-tube in back.  The four of us in one superb sno-train heading erratically down the hill...oh snikes!  And that's when it all came together.  The snow, the dog, the impending impacting tree, the myriad of times wondering where he was doing his business, the crash all meeting together in one juxtaposed, too warm of a day, melted snow moment. 

In the chaos of the poor steering from the folks up front, whom shall remain nameless Gavin and I were thrust to the front of the pack, backwards mind you, into the impending tree.  Being the father of the year type that I am, with my cat-like reflexes saw the impending impact and began to take evasive action.  I thrust my hands into the snow to create drag, friction, anything to avoid the ominous threat quickly approaching.  Eventually, with that quick thinking, we were able to thwart total demolishment.  We all took, perhaps for the first time on the whole run, a deep breath.  It was then that I peered down at those rock steady hands of steel that avoided this collision and noticed the poop.  There was a lot of poop.  We had discovered the lost patch of Stinks' sacred manure field, soon to be Carrie's well fertilized spring garden!  Can I get a collective Ewwwww!!!?  Ya, the positive was there was plenty of snow to "wash up" in. 

Folks there is a lesson to be learned here.  I'm not sure what it is but there is a fresh six inches of snow on the ground so problem solved!