Real Stunts Are Snow Joke, Girls!

This morning, the Facebook app ‘On This Day’ showed me some photos I’d taken 8 years ago, over New Year 2009. Maxi was happily zooming down slides in the playground and running around the beach at Roseisle in -12degC in her Spotty Otter Chillibug (or certainly, a previous incarnation of that fantastic down suit!); at 11 months old, Midi wasn’t really walking then. I remembered how the girls hadn’t been bothered by the cold, unlike the 10 adults in the party!

Real Stunts Are Snow Joke, Girls!

Flash-forward 8 years, and it was a similar story. There’d been a light fall of snow that had settled while the kids were at school. At home-time, the girls raced home, gleefully threw their schoolbags in the house and flung themselves into the snow-powder. They splashed and swam and thrashed and rolled in the snow, completely unconcerned about getting wet or cold.

Of course, unlike when they were toddlers, nowadays at 10, 8 and 6 years old they can entertain themselves, and I only need to keep a watchful eye that the ‘rubbing-snow-in-your-sisters-face’ game doesn’t get too rough or accidentally involve too many stones (!)

Whilst Maxi likes to construct things in the snow and Mini is happy to create something decorative, Midi enjoys having a purpose to her games. She and I have throwing and targeting contests – throw a well-packed snowball as high as you can onto the roof of the house, and watch it gather snow as it rolls down and falls off the gutter and splats on the path; or chuck a snowball at a target on the fence and watch it ‘bwash’ into a wide circle with a new target peak in the centre.

Just as I was heading in to make some hot chocolate and marshmallows (for cold old me, never mind the girls!), I heard all 3 giggling like The Addams Family children. Oh-oh. Always ominous. I turned to find Mini settling down on the road into a gap between 2 snow ramps built by her sisters. It turns out Midi and Maxi had a cunning plan to use their sister as a stuntwoman: they reckoned they could pick up enough speed to fly their sledge over Mini, unharmed. Horrified, I quickly showed them how to do test-runs with stones and boulders acting as 3 stunt-doubles. None of the little minxes seemed too perturbed at the demonstration of how squashed their sister would have gotten had they gone ahead.

I think I prefer it when they’re ganging up on each other with snowballs!

Related Articles

About the Author

Jay Greengrass

Jay Greengrass

About Me & Mine

Hello! I’m Jay, married to Jon, living in North East Scotland with our 3 daughters: Maxi (10), Midi (8) and Mini Minx (6).

Favourite place in the world:

It’s hard to choose between the stretch of Moray Firth coast between Findhorn and Cullen, and Westray (a northerly Orkney island). Both have an amazing diversity of beautiful coastlines in a small space (empty, clean, sandy beaches; crystal-clear rockpools; crags, cliffs and stacks), fascinating wildlife, friendly people and endlessly interesting weather. Bar visits to friends and relatives, we’ve taken all our holidays in Scotland, north of where we live, for many years. We’ve still barely scratched the surface of this beautiful country.

Favourite things to do outdoors:

Rock-pooling and scrambling on local beaches; camping; walking in the gentler local hills; foraging for fruit and jam-making ingredients; and growing our own fruit and vegetables against the combined deterring efforts of our cat and the weather.

Leave a comment

You are commenting as guest.
The information contained in this website is for general information purposes only. The information is provided by Little Trekkers and while we endeavour to keep the information up to date and correct, we make no representations or warranties of any kind, express or implied, about the completeness, accuracy, reliability, suitability or availability with respect to the website or the information, products, services, or related graphics contained on the website for any purpose. Any reliance you place on such information is therefore strictly at your own risk.