Boy, am I glad Cannon has his Daddy to do "boy" things with! My idea of sledding is a leisurely trip down a smooth, short slope with some nice hot chocolate waiting for you at the bottom. Not these two! Cannon was loving going off the jumps!
Then Cannon crashed off one of the jumps and planted his cute little face in that hard, packed snow. Greg said there was a lot of blood. Mostly from Cannon's chapped lips cracking. I'm so glad I wasn't there! I probably would have rushed him right to the ER! That boy wiped off in the snow and continued sledding! Good for him!
He likes this picture because you can still see some of the blood on his face. Gross! What a boy. I'm always thinking about Nature vs. Nurture. Some stuff is definitely just already in the DNA.