Our Tobogganin' Adventure

Last month Nora watched an episode of Calliou. In this particular episode Calliou went tobogganing. Which apparently is the Canadian word for sledding. And ever since then she has been begging me to take her tobogganin'. (this is a good example of why we shouldn't let our kids watch TV. They get ideas in their heads about doing crazy things like toboggnanin')

This winter has been a mild one and we haven't had very much snow but when Nana invited us to go with her and the kids to the cabin in midway and go sledding I decided that I needed to take Nora down the hill a few times if there was enough snow.

Joe had to work all weekend so I packed up all of our stuff by myself and got the kids ready to spend a night at Grandma Great's cabin and hopefully go tobogganin' HOLLA!!! (Doing this kind of thing without Joe gives me a much greater appreciation for the wonderful man that he is. It also gives me more respect for single parents. Which is why Joe is forbidden to 1. die before me and 2. leave me. )

There was not enough snow.  This is what the hill looked like:

We arrived at the cabin and went to bed but early the next morning Nora was all over me to take her, "Snowmobilin'." (Sometime during the night she had stopped calling sledding " tobogganin'." and started calling it "snowmobilin'") So Nana started making breakfast, Aunt Julie (newly engaged the night before btw) said that she would watch Howie. Nora and I got all of our snow clothes on. Snow pants, gloves, hats, coats and boots. The lack of snow did not stop us from having fun! We sled down the hill six times, ran into big bushes twice, and screamed like crazy with our hands in the air all the way to the bottom of the hill. It was the most fun I've had in a long time. 5 days later my bum is still bruised but it was totally worth it. Climbing up the hill was also an adventure. The entire way up Nora was repeating in her out-of-breath voice "are we there yet? are we there yet? are we there yet?" Which of course made me laugh. I'm really glad that she was a trooper and didn't want me to carry her to the top because that would have killed me. Let's just say I take up a lot more space then I used to.  

Calliou is a Canadian television show about a bald headed four year old little boy, named... Calliou, and his adventures growing up. Nora loves Calliou probably more then any other television show.