We were so excited by the first snowfall of the year (which is no longer exciting, by the way. Just huge slushy pain in the ass) that we rushed to Target to buy Harry some snow pants and some boots (or, as he so adorably calls them "boops"). What we didn't buy? A freaking sled.
Harry didn't mind
He enjoyed crawling in, walking on, and eating the snow as much as he liked "sledding."
Ben, working with very limited space and foliage, did his best Clark W. Griswald impression
And I stuck Harry in a snow bank. Good times.