Best. $5.99. We. Ever. Spent.
(You know, as an amount unto itself. Not as like part of say paying to feed our children or paying for tuition or a medical bill or something.)
Both of our children turned out to be sledding freaks. I should have known Ciaran would love it since he is a slide fanatic and sledding is basically just a faster, longer, colder slide. So now the world can have proof that our poor parenting skills didn't end with feeding Beckett a pop rock. We also allowed our 18 month old to hurl down a "mountain" (made out of a molehill).
Here's a video of Beckett and Daddy sledding. You can hear Ciaran screaming in the background. That is because he was enraged whenever he had to stop sledding and let Beckett have a turn.
And here is Ciaran sledding. You can see, as he speeds by, the joy on his face.
And here the kids are playing in the snow a day or two after it fell. This picture reminds me of the kid from A Christmas Story.
You know, Ralphie's unimportant brother. Not that Ciaran is the unimportant brother, just that he was so bundled like that child that the snow angel was about all he could manage.

Evidently there is not much else as fun as kicking snow. Except perhaps sledding.