I was stirred awake last night by the sound of rain hitting my window instead of the silent snow falls that usually accompany cold January nights. I layed in the dark listening to the rain pound against our big old upstairs windows while the tree branches danced on our roof top. Soon my thoughts were broken up by the sound of a hungry baby over in the next room and I made my way down the stairs to warm a bottle. As the kettle warmed the water, the cries got louder and louder. The stairs creaked as I rushed up to the rescue, shaking the bottle of warm milk. Hyrum sucked that bottle back in like 30 seconds and then went back to sleep. I fell back to sleep to the lovely sound of rain, in January.

Camilla begged me all morning to go to the park. After Hyrum woke from his not-so-long morning nap we all bundled up and went out for a walk to the park. The sidewalks were literally like skating rinks and I was afraid for my life as I carried my boy on my hip, followed closely by Camilla. The rain had melted the snow covered sidewalks and then turned to slippery ice. It was quite the adventure. Every few feet Camilla would slip and fall on her bum and then we would laugh together.
At the park some kids were sledding down the little hill. Camilla was fascinated by them. As I watched I realized they weren't using sleds at all. The rain had made an ultimate sledding hill and they were sliding down in just their ski pants. AMAZING! I suddenly wished I had a pair of ski pants on at that moment. It reminded me of when my siblings and I used to super slide down the hill on the driveway, until we got into trouble for making it too icy.
The children both played in the swings for a little while. I smiled at their cute rosy cheeks and they would throw their heads back and giggle. Camilla also enjoyed the slide, but I bet she would have enjoyed that slippery hill just as much!
The walk home was slow, Camilla would hold my hand and "skate" sans skates. It's hard to drag a toddler with a baby on hip. She giggled away as her feet slid and twisted underneath. We sang a song (that I made up) that goes to the tune of "slippery fish".
Slippery feet, slippery feet, slipping on the sidewalk.
Slippery feet, slippery feet,
Slip,
Slide,
Whoooooooaa!
It made Camilla laugh, and she's been singing it ever since.