Winter Frolics

Saturdays have become recovery days, late mornings lingering in bed, freedom to take naps, tentative blocks on the calendar for free events in Central Park, languid reconnections with old classmates on Facebook...

Punctured by emails from work setting deadlines from out of the blue.  So much for balance.  And so the passive aggressive defense mechanism kicks in.  Radio silence.  It'll all get done.  Tomorrow, it will get done.  And, someday, maybe household life will get to return to normal too.  Sigh.  It will all get done.

Instead, today, there was an outing to take advantage of the snow that is beginning to melt.  Sissy had brunch with her friends, and invited a couple with two little kids out to go sledding on our favorite little hill.  I was still home, having never made it to the office.  So my job was to bring out the sled, and do the test run to make sure it was still safe for the kids - it was fine, a little slushy and melted, outright muddy in spots; slow enough for little kids.  Thus ensued a bit of funtime, watching a 3- and 2-year-old take their first sled rides down our little baby hill.  Sweet.

And on the walk back, photos of the winter park.

City snow creature - there wasn't quite that much snow, after all.

Peter Pan, from afar.