A Day at Reeder's Alley

I've learned pretty quickly that Montanans are outdoor people. Luckily, B seems to have adapted pretty quickly. He's already been sledding several times, and, after a few obligatory moments of "am-I-supposed-to-be-enjoying-this-or-be-scared-out-of-my-mind?", he loved it.
So, last Sunday, we decided to bundle up and go on a mild outdoor excursion and visit Reeder's Alley, which I'm told is the oldest part of Helena.

We had a nice walk, and Braydon got into plenty of snow. His gloves were wet, so he ended up wearing Dad's:

And then he started a snowball fight (somebody had to do it):

 Silly guy.

And, since I've been so terrible at sharing pictures, here's Braydon in another one of his favorite Helena hangouts: the park.

And running away from Mom in downtown Helena: