AdventureDad

       

      

One of my (many?) weaknesses as a father is indoor playing.  I'm no nature fanatic that needs to constantly hug trees but  I find it so much easier to have fun outdoors here in Sweden. I guess I'm not creative enough indoors.  There seem to be endless possibilities as soon as I open the door and step outside.  Me and my son are well known for being unpredictable on our outings.  We might end up playing around the corner, go for a 30K bike ride, head to the train station for hours, go look at heavy machinery in action, or end up on a playground at the other part of town.  We're always prepared for anything and usually have a blast.

Saturday was a cold day and as I walked around the neighborhood with the kids I noticed that they were making artificial snow in the ski slope behind our house.  We live only 3 miles from the center of the city but  got a small ski slope with a few lifts a short walk away.  Daniel has been missing  snow so I suggested  a few rides with the Snowracer in the evening.  To say that he was excited would be understatement of the year.

As we walked towards the ski slope parents looked at me with a strange look.  Where was this crazy parent going with the Snowracer?  There is not a snowflake anywhere, is he gonna ride on the grass?  We reached the ski slope and my son was in heaven.  There was artificial snow blowing everywhere despite only a few hours of operation.  We rode for a couple of hours and then it started snowing. A lot.  We decided to go for dinner before continuing our adventures.  As we reached the restaurant 15 minutes later the street was covered by a couple of inches of snow.  All kids looked jealously at us as we pulled up in front of the restaurant with my son on the Snowracer.  I was no longer looking like an idiot, parents were now wondering how I managed to be out so quickly in the fresh snow.

After some more riding after dinner I had to more or less force my son to go home after promising him to play in the snow the next day.  Which proved to be damn hard work. Try running up and down a ski slope 26 times with a toddler and then get back to me.  My son's first words the next day at 7 am was "SNOW!!!". There was a foot of wet snow on the ground just waiting for us. I quickly headed out with both Annika and Daniel while wife rested at home.  I looked like quite a determined parent as I headed outside with the MBUD stroller in the snowstorm.  There I was with Annika in the Baby Björn, pushing the stroller with one hand, and pulling Daniel on the Snowracer with the other hand.  In a foot of snow.

After half an hour my daughter was sleeping in the carriage and I was silently thanking God that the MBUD stroller is so great.  Snow, sand, gravel, mud, it doesn't matter.  It just keeps on going.  Plus it's light, strong, and folds flat.  I did meet another parent struggling to go outside with his single Bugaboo, the stroller which I refer to as a joke. Yeah, I know, Gwyneth has one.  Like I care.  He got about 10 feet and had to turn around.  That stroller can't handle anything except flat surfaces.  I smiled at him as I cruised along the street with my son on the Snowracer.

           

      

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