Down the Hill

After lunch on Christmas Day we bundled up everyone and got out the sleds. It was a beautiful, mild day, so we trekked through the arboretum. Gus fell asleep in his sled and didn't wake up when I transfered him to the car, so we decided since we were out and dressed for the weather, we might as well do some downhill sledding too. We drove to the sledding hill and I waited at the bottom with the camera to catch a few pictures. I was snapping away and snapping away and Ms. Crazy Preschooler was screaming her way down the hill. I noticed the screams seemed a bit frantic after about my eighth snap, and here it turns out she was headed straight for an enormous tree. It turned out that she didn't hit the tree, but was scared silly. When I got back to my computer at home I fell in love with this picture because it seems that she is looking over at me and screaming and thinking "PUT THE CAMERA DOWN! PUT THE CAMERA DOWN! YOU CRAZY MOTHER! I'M ABOUT TO HIT A TREE!" So typical of everyday life in our house. When I'm in a picture taking frenzy catastrophes often occur.