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My lovely sister found a sale on saucer sleds at Target and kindly picked one up for us after finding that her three were fanatically devoted to theirs. Then the sledding commenced. We have a sloped driveway onto a small dirt road and the new saucer sleds are light enough that even sweet boy #3 (age 2) can carry one to the top. But soon the sledding morphed into the creation of chains of sledding cousins that rushed down the hill in twisting screaming glory to crash like bowling pins at the bottom in a chorus of incessant giggling and minor squabbles over whose sled was whose and who should carry it and who would ride along and whose glove was that lying mangled in the snowbank anyway? This is the first winter that all six of them have been able to run and romp without constant physical contact from a parent. Last year I had to tote sweet boy #3 around and position him in a likely looking snowdrift for winter fun. This year they just play! Did you hear that? They just play, and fight, but that is besides the point. My sister and I stand there and watch and they go up and down and up and down our small hill laughing and screaming and we stare at each other in wonder. They are playing, pseudo independently, amazing!