it just doesn't happen.
but when we woke up on saturday morning, friday's fluffy white flakes were still on the ground. so after a quick bite of breakfast, abby, jack, and i headed back outside for even more
i probably overreacted a bit -- yes it hurt, but i almost threw my camera over the edge of the deck on my way down -- and that's all it took to send jack spiraling out of control (that and the blood running down my leg). my dad has said since jack was a baby that he has the most pitiful crying face ever.
few good shots before it was all said and done.