Sledding.

The kids earned a sledding trip for filling up their fuzz ball jar. We were going to go to Soldier Hollow, but apparently it's so cool that you have to make reservations. And since we're not that cool, we didn't know that important detail. We dragged the kids, who were bawling, back to the car and next we tried to go to Gorgoza Hill in Park City. It was so packed, it was at least an hour wait to get down the hill one time. So we ended up in Salt Lake at some golf course that I can't remember the name of, sledding down the thin sheet of ice on a plastic sled. The kids loved it.

It really was more icy than snowy, which made for some pretty fast rides.
A brother's love.

Pretty sure Mia did the majority of the sled hauling.