Winter Wonderland

It only took us about 2 months after the first snowfall of the season to have all of the pieces fall into place for Bry to be able to go outside and enjoy the white stuff. Snowsuit? Check. Boots? Check. Hat and mittens? Check. Illness-free? Check. Non-arctic temperatures? Check. About time.

We bundled Bry up and trundled him over to the local park for his first taste of sledding. All told, we were outside for maybe 20 minutes (including the walk to and from the park) before we decided that Bry seems to share some of his mama's opinions regarding winter outdoor play. Namely, it's cold. And why are we doing this again? Although Steve and I mustered up enough excitement for an entire troop of sledding kids, in the end, Bry gave us several token smiles, more than a few withering looks, and a pointed silence that was plenty indication that we best hightail it home, where it's warm and dry.

See, I'm smiling. Can we go inside now?

Who's doing all of the work here, Bry?

After a few brief sled runs around the park, we took Bry out of the sled and placed him in the snow. Where he sat, frozen, until we plucked him back up and carried him home.

Seriously? This is supposed to be fun?