Turns out we weren’t done with the day yet. After lunch we headed over to the nearby park with Cian’s sleigh. Up to the top of the hill we went and then rapidly downhill Cian went. Again and again. The snow was soft and yielding, so every time he crashed, and he crashed a lot, he would happily tumble through the snow and emerge with a big grin on his face. I wasn’t grinning so much as I had to alternately haul or carry Cian back up to the top of the hill each time.
Sanae took a couple of turns on the sleigh as well though with less crashing and more shouts of “My arse, my arse!”
The comined effects of this and the morning walk on the beach rendered Cian unconscious by 5.30pm. He managed to wake up for dinner, but was back in bed and lights out for dreamland by 8.00pm. Which meant Daddy could sit down and watch a movie on a Sunday evening, something I haven’t been able to do in a long, long time. (Sanae’s arse was too tender to let her sit down and watch the movie).
No comments:
Post a Comment