We thought she would love it, considering how active and independent she is, and how much she loves the beach. And guess what? She HATED it. By the end she was being a better sport, but for the most part she made it clear that she did not enjoy it and she infinitely preferred the beach. We carted her around in the sled for the most part, but every time we first would put her on initially she would whimper and cry because she knew that it would probably mean another ride down a small slope. 

She did get to play with some snowmen [that looked an awful lot like Olaf to be honest..] and she seemed to enjoy that a bit. I think our favorite part was when she got to the point of no longer crying when sledding-just straight up yelling like she was on a roller coaster or something-until they got to the bottom. I have never once heard her, or any other baby for that matter, just yell like that. Not to terrified. And not scream, not cry, just yell like 'Why is this happening!! I hate it!!' So funny and so cute! 

On our way home we stopped in Vacaville for some dinner and ice cream at Fenton's. By that point she was our friendly, constantly smiling girl yet again. Even though she didn't enjoy it as much as we'd hoped, we made some fun family memories. I think our plan is to try doing something like this at least once or twice a year if possible, and hopefully when she is a bit older she will enjoy it more. Until then I suppose we will just have to take advantage of living so close to the beach and go as much as possible! I can definitely commit to making that sacrifice ;)