The three M's. Madness, Mayhem and Murder

...Miles, Murphy and Miyo actually, but who's counting. I had all three of them a couple of weekends ago. Look at how fun we are:
Miyo, in a flash: (or is it my roommates dog?)





I brought the kids on a walk because we were a little stir crazy in the house, what with nobody wanting to watch Kung Fu Panda but me, and the pencil that got found and then used on my walls, and the popcorn being dumped everywhere several times. So we walked around the block, and then we ended up at the sledding hill, but we had no sleds. Miles found some cardboard and that made for a makeshift crappy ghetto sled, but they all rode it down the ICY ICY slope. Except Miyo, I guess, she just sat down on her butt and went for it, and Murphy freaked me right out with his fearlessness and wild abandon. The hill was completely ICE. So of course nobody could get back up the hill and that was frustrating the crap out of poor Murphy because he's all about the Slidin' Down, and not so much about the Climbin' Up. Miyo's the pink one on the left, Miles is in the middle and poor Murph is trying to get up that grassy strip on the right. After this photo was taken, ol' Kady had to trudge down the skating rink at a 45 degree slope and get 'em all back up. Is this what they teach in Parenting School? NOT to bring kids near sledding hills, if you don't want to sled, or to do the work of comforting their frustrations and pulling them up the hill when you yourself are slipping all over the place in your cute new Sorel boots with fur on the top?