We took the girls to a real sleddin' hill yesterday and each one of us managed to get hurt in under twenty minutes. I'm pretty sure that was a new world record. I went down one run, got down toward the bottom, caught the edge of the sled in the snow, performed a maneuver that would make Shaun White jealous, and then landed on my head for my big finish. After that, I decided being the photographer was a little safer.

The KoH did a great job sacrificing his body for the baby:

And thanks to the continuous shutter release mode on my camera, here's what it looked like when The Dormouse took her maiden voyage down the hill:

After this frame, imagine her running into you, because that's what happened.

So word to the wise... photographer... not always the safer job description either.