- the stupid batteries were dead
- nobody would hold still long enough, if there was juice in them batteries.
It was a lot of fun, I found myself hoarse by the end of it. Not only was I directing my children, I was directing the other dozen kids on the hill. Safely navigating all of them.
I felt like should have been in a control tower with a bull horn!
I can't seem to get away from it, my need to instruct the young ens. There was a huge lack of parental guidance which left this mama bear active and alert. What I didn't expect was every single one of those other kids to take me seriously and follow the "rules". Nobody got hurt or trampled on my watch. And when I come back from one of my own runs, I'd get high fives, just cause I would go the farthest. Which I'm sure had nothing to do with the *cough* extra 20lbs in outwear I had on!
We had races, I went down a few times with Hubby but that ended the second time he dumped us over on purpose. I get surly when someone is out to:
- White-wash me
- break one of my limbs
The day had to end when Roo refused to stop licking/eating the snow. The gross factor on that was just too high for me.
We all stayed toasty warm and had a wonderful time.
WOO HOO, where do I sign up for the bobsled team?