There had been very few good snowfalls this year, so when about four inches came down early this morning, Dad decided it was too good to miss. Dad and Nigel shoveled the driveway clear, then Nigel shoveled the sidewalks two houses to the south and almost to Corbin's house around the corner to the north, with Dad following along behind (but it really was Nigel's idea, and he really did push his shovel along that whole way). Then it was on to Sugarhouse Park for some sledding!
At the sledding hill--the east hill, just off 17th East--there were only a few other people present, so the snow was still very soft, with not very many tracks down the hill. Nigel really wanted to race the other kids, and he kept trying to talk to a girl who was riding on a purple sled, but she didn't seem to want to talk to him, for some reason. Nigel and Dad raced her and her brother anyway.
Nigel hiked up the hill by himself many times, and was very good-natured about all the hiking, and not being carried or dragged. He usually prefers to sled with Dad, which is getting to be a bit squishy, what with Nigel growing as much as he has (37 lbs. and getting to be so tall!). I suspect Nigel prefers sledding with Dad as they don't tip over much together, but he has a tendency to turn sideways and tip over when by himself.
During the sledding, another child went down the streambank toward the river, and the nearby grown-ups ran very fast to see if he was okay. He had not gone all the way to the river itself, which was quite small at this time of the year, and was fine, but it was a tense moment.
Nigel and Dad got very tired and hungry from all the sledding, and a big, hot lunch was in order afterward.
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