last sledding day - probably

It seems like forever ago, but I guess it was really only last weekend that Henry had a buddy over for a playdate and I took them over to the neighborhood sledding spot. Someone before us had constructed mogels and a large, very slick ramp that looked particularly dangerous so I was a nervous wreck watching the boys sled. Thankfully we had no injuries.

 George getting ready to throw a monster snowball. He hasn't figured out that the bigger the snowball, the shorter the distance.