Since taking a snowboarding lesson with Number 1, 2 and Saint Joel on New Years Day was completely 100% my idea, I have no one to blame but myself for the hematoma/contusion (Saint Joel thinks it is just a bruise!) on my leg. I also wasn't really paying attention to our snowboarding teacher dude when he was explaining how to stop.
Opportunites to do something outside our normal routine are rare. It wasn't easy. It wasn't cheap. But it was a whole lot of fun. And my boys now have this memory, this story to tell.
Another day, another story,