I admit it...I make some parental judgements. As we were sledding, Quinn wanted to go down the steep side of the hill, like the other children. Of course, I thought it was a bit dangerous, but I allowed it.
A yard sale followed (for those that are not from Colorado, this means that we tumbled head over heels). Quinn screamed like a stuck pig. Thankfully he was OK.

Like a trooper, after a few minutes of crying, he wanted to sled some more...on the steep hill again. This time, we took the less steep hill, whether he liked it or not.

Quinn opening a door from his Advent Calendar.

This year, Quinn helped us decorating the tree. So far, no ornaments have broken. Quinn did a good job, even if his Papa's nerves were at their end when we were finished. Next year, I'll put more whiskey in the egg nog ;-)