I decided a day like this could not be wasted. Although I felt like taking a nap, I called my sister, Rachel, instead and we met to take the kids sledding.
I'm getting more and more nervous about sledding as my children grow older. They are no longer content to slide down one fairly safe-looking hill, instead they are on the watch for jumps and very steep hills. Trees are no object and nothing seems to scare them. (I'm quite certain once one of them takes a good bounce on his tailbone this will change...) I watched them crash through branches, fly through the air, plunge down embankments, and slosh through mud puddles. Apparently there is no deterrent. I am pleased to report that all of us left the slopes on our own power, although Ben did have a slight headache and Nathan has a rather nice looking scratch on his back.