Michelle and I decided we should take advantage of the snowstorm here in KC and take Connor in the backyard to go sledding.  He has two sleds, one that's just a cheap plastic disc, and the other is my three-rail sit-on sled from my childhood.  The three-rail sled didn't glide as well as as the disc, but Connor didn't care.  He wanted to ride Daddy's old sled.

Well, after pushing him up and down the hill a few times, I was freakin' exhausted, but Connor wasn't anywhere near ready to come inside.  And then I had a memory of my childhood on the farm, when my dad would tie my sled to the back of his tractor and drag me all over the place.

Well, my tractor isn't nearly as big as my dad's, but I think it works just as well.  :)