Ski week

We have Ski Week in February.

It’s another opportunity for parents to panic about having their kids out of school for a week and try to figure out what to do with them.

A little Frozen, anyone?

The past 2 years we avoided any kind of skiing during ski week.  Last year we hit up Mardi Gras in New Orleans. The year before that….we probably lied and said it wasn’t any kind of special week, and a babysitter would be coming while Tom and I went to work. (Lame, I know)

This year, we decided to do what we are supposed to do.  It’s not just the peer pressure from parents at school, telling stories of how they got their kids up on skis, and how much they loved it. It’s my own self inflicted pressure too….seeing as how I grew up in Colorado, started skiing myself before I was in Kindergarten, taught ski lessons to kids the same age as my own when I was in high school, and Tom and I each have family members who own houses up on the mountian. So what’s our deal? Why are we holding out?

Good question. So we went. And they loved it. And now they’re going to expect it. Every year.

And THAT, my friends, is why we should have continued to hold out…..

 

This picture should make my Colorado friends weep.

 

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This is what happens when you don’t bring your brood home to Colorado for Christmas every year.

My poor girl, trying to catch the first snowflakes she’s ever seen fall, on her tongue.

Chance of catching one?

0.1%

Chance of her stopping before her neck stiffens up and she can’t bring her face back to midline?

0%

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I guess she’ll stop if she gets fuzz on her tongue.

Or whatever that is that she is trying to pull off.

 

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Colorado. An excuse to wear Uggs, fleece jackets, and scarves and gloves.

Even if you’re sweating to death in them….

 

 

But not to worry, it got colder, and the snow fell harder. (this is the same day, couple hours later)

 

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Tongue still catching what it can…..

But better odds now.

 

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Finally, enough snow  to make snowmen

(see the tiny guy in between her legs?)

The adults were not in full snow gear, so no one was willing to build a REAL snowman…just baby snow men here.

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Payton’s first snowball!

(She’s about to put it in the freezer. And Gramps and Nana Kathy…. she expects it to be there when she returns to Colorado for her next visit!)
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More than enough snow for sledding in the backyard.

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And snow angels of course (where’s the hat now? sheesh. )
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And finally, a look at how Payton sleds.

Starting off ok. Trying to get her balance.

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Picking up speed.

Notice where the hands are headed.
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She can’t bear to watch herself go down.

Probably the reason why she tipped.
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Game over.
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Let’s try this again, shall we?

Getting in place.

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The splits over the sled….the only way to keep that sucker from taking off without you!

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Oh, a new technique…immediate cover up. Don’t want to watch a single minute of this ride I guess!

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Here comes the tip.
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Man down!
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Wait. I’m pretty sure she’s stopped moving at this point.

Why is she still hiding from the hill?
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Oh. My bad. The fall was not complete til now.

Ski week.  They love it. (actual ski pictures on iPhone only, so this looks like “Sled week”, but there was actual skiing involved!)

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Couple days later….saying goodbye to Gramps and Nana Kathy so we can head up to the mountains and ski.

Look how clean and dry that sidewalk is!!
(Guess who didn’t love that?? Yes, there’s a reason Tom and I live in California, where shoveling is not required. Ow, my back still hurts looking at that bone dry sidewalk!)

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