Growing up, my family always celebrated the first snowfall of the season by running outside in our bare feet and yelling and screaming. My dad could always stay out in the snow the longest! Now, we do the same tradition in my family. It really seems like some sort of cruel discipline, but we are having fun. Hayden thought it was the best idea! He wondered why we couldn't go sledding like that. 
Here's a picture of Eric's snow-angel. So graceful!
