Sledding on a Thursday, combined with very little snowfall, meant a VERY light crowd. For the first hour we were the only ones there. Awesome.
We started the boys off slow, first going only about half way down the hill and gradually moving up to the top.
I was pretty sure they'd like it, but you just never know.
The truth is, they LOVED it. Noah and Luke went down by themselves, with me or with Grandma, on their bums and bellies. It didn't matter. Sledding is definitely a new family favorite.
Noah was all smiles for the entire three hours.
He hiked himself back up the hill over and over again.
Luke had a brief stint of the grumps, but after a tummy-filling snack he came around.
Between sledding and eating snow, he had very little to complain about.
I love this series of pictures I quickly snapped with my phone of such silly happiness: