a sledding hill

I remember visiting my childhood home a few years after we had moved. And the thing that weirded me out the most was that the sledding hill in our back yard  wasn't actually that great of an elevation change. It was a tiny slope, and yet somehow sufficed for a childhood of sledding memories.

On Monday my sister and her girls came over and found the only change of elevation on our property. How their sleds even continued forward was a bit of a mystery to me. But they made it work and I felt happy that we have a sledding hill.

Have a happy weekend, everyone. This morning we are starting the three-day potty training plan with Elsie. It worked like a charm with Ivar, but from the start I think Elsie has a bit more fight in her. Might take more than three days, but we'll see. I'll let you know on Monday. :)