Not his favorite thing

The ten inches of snow that fell overnight left us no choice but to drag poor Jacob out into the cold for his first sledding experience. (I wasn't about to stay home with him and miss out on the fun again.) And while the rest of us enjoyed going way too fast on some hills that were much too steep, Jacob protested loudly and made sure we understood it was not his favorite thing.

I'm not sure what it was he hated so much. Between the freezing temperatures, the layer of ice on top of the hard-packed snow and the snow that sprayed up into our faces as we zoomed down the steep inclines, the conditions were perfect for a great afternoon of sledding.

Maybe he'll love it more when he's older. We'll try again next month.