Sleighing

Last year, within two hours of arriving at our Christmas destination, Sam enjoyed some pool time with his Papa.  This year, 1000 miles to the North and 50 degrees to the South, within two hours of arriving at our Christmas destination Sam was playing in the snow with his Papa.

He was very excited about the snow this year.  Of course there is snow in all of the Christmas stories, so I'm pretty sure that in his mind the two are linked.  We had packed the snow suit, which he fell in love with when we tried it on about a week ago.  Fun story: the snow suit is 26 years old and first belonged to Daddy.

Fortunately for Sam, Papa was more than willing to bundle up and head out into the little bit of snow that was left.  They wanted to get in their sleighing, as Sam calls it, before the snow melted.  As I write this now I am watching the last few flakes of a sizable snowfall settle into the back yard, so it looks like they may get another shot!  Good thing they had so much fun!

In addition to teaching him how to sled, they practiced making snow balls (and throwing them at Uncle Matt), and when asked, Papa taught Sam how to make snow angels.