Let the Sledding Begin!

This year, we started our first ever, family tradition.

 

Family often gets hard to work around on Christmas and Christmas Eve, who goes to whose house and when. So my sisters and I decided we were going to start a new tradition in which we spend Christmas morning together.

 

We called it our First Annual Christmas Crepes Breakfast.

Because, you know, we planned on making crepes.

 

We got the breakfast items divvyed out. Bought some sleds. And everyone came to my house.

 

Here's how it went.

 

Christmas Crepes.

Present Exchange.

Sledding at the Spanish Fork Golf Course.

 

Those 3 things make up our new annual tradition.

And my oh my was it fun.

I'm only sharing pictures of the sledding adventure though.

 

 

It started out with Me and Charlie on the floor in Walmart. Testing out the very slim pickings of what was left of their sledding models. We were making sure it had good aerodynamics, that we both fit, you know, the usual sled picking shenannigans.

(Check out the lady behind us, TOTALLY late on her Christmas shopping!)

 

 

 

This was so much fun. The snow was light and perfect and our brand new Walmart Sleds went super fast. This was one of the many runs I made down this hill. And with Charlie practically standing behind me, I knew we were about to crash. Kayla was kind enough to get my "we're about to crash! face'.

 

Oh, and she also got the picture of the actual crash.

Tuck and Roll!

Definitely giggle worthy fun.

 

 

Stetzyn LOVED sledding. Thought it was the funnest thing ever, and had such a cute smile on his face the whole time. And threw a bit of a fit when the sledding was over.

 

He loved ALL of sledding. To the point that me pulling him around (face down) in a sled was giggle worthy fun. I loved it. Too cute.

 

I had to FORCE Dayna to go down with me. She ended up screaming like a three year old on a scary roller coaster ride the whole way down, and then laughing when it was over.

I'm glad she went!

 

This hill was "The Hill of Death" .

 

I'm pretty sure all of us that went down it was super terrified. Kayla acted like she wasn't but I'm pretty sure that this photo is proof that she was at least a little freaked out.

I was pretty positive that I was going to break something before I got to the bottom of the hill. And I specifically requested that no one laugh at me when I cried.

Ha!

 

But, no broken bones happened. Praise the heavens!  

Something DID get broken though.

 

Best $15 I ever spent.