Every day that it snows, Ryan asks me if we can go sledding. I always tell him that we'll go when daddy gets home (knowing full well that it will melt by the time Dave gets home). This morning Ryan was so excited to see snow and the ground. And he knew that daddy was home today. So the first thing he said was "Would you wike to go swedding?" We have such a tough time saying no to Ryan, especially when he looks up at us with those cute little blue eyes with long lashes and asks in his super-high-I'm-so-cute voice. "Can I pwease go swedding?" So at 8:30 this morning when everyone else was in their warm houses (probably still asleep) we were out sledding. Lots of fun, and yes, I could still zip up my coat - barely. 
