White Trash Sledding

I still remember our first winter here in Oklahoma, which we kind of rolled our eyes at because it was so mild compared to Utah. There was one or two days of snow and barely enough to cover the ground. We were out shopping on one of the snow days and the traffic was horrible. We attributed the delay to a bunch of hillbillies that didn't know how to drive in the snow. Come to find out the traffic jam was actually the result of cars that had literally parked in the middle of the road. No, they weren't broken down. It was just the most convenient place to park for sledding down the grassy slope right next to the nearest freeway ramp (we're a little short on mountains and hills here). Not only were they parked in the middle of the road and sledding ten feet from the freeway, but instead of sleds they were using laundry baskets, storage bins, cookie sheets...seriously. And it wasn't just one crazy family, there were tons of people doing this. Jason and I couldn't believe it! We were cracking up at how white trash it was. Then again, if it only snows once or twice a year would you bother to buy and store a sled? Three years later, I'm ashamed to say we have joined the white trash sledders (but don't worry...we found a quiet safe little hill in our apartment complex). The kids had a blast.





Boys will be boys.


Not one of his brightest ideas.


"I help you Daddy!"


Who needs a hill anyway?




Snowball fight. Actually it was more like snow chunks. The snow was icy and hard to form in the shape of a ball, so they were limited to chunks they could find near the walkway.




My little snow angels.