Do You Remember Your First Time?

Skiing I mean. Get your mind out of the gutter, there are children present.

It was finally warm enough weather to test out the tiniest skis you have ever seen. 'Nama Penny and Princess Rachael joined me and the crazy redheads to witness the munchkin's first time on skis other than on the driveway.

Here we are, trying to smile for the camera so we can capture the moment. The munchkin just keeps sticking out his tongue, so I tell him to show us his teeth instead.

Hmmm, maybe thats not much better either.

Skiing with Grandma Penny. He just kept yelling, "Weeeeeee." A good sign.

After a number of little runs on the side of the hill where we all took turns hiking back up the hill with him, we decided to give the chair lift a try. He absolutely loved it, and as soon as we skiied off at the top of the hill, he yelled, "Do it again!"

Not the skiing, just the chairlift. Of course.

Like my sticker Uncle J?

At the end of the day he could barely keep his eyes open or his head upright. The girls and I took a few more runs after the boys left, but his Papa told me he was out before the car left the parking lot.

Maybe this is how we will get him to sleep more. . . ?

My luck, probably not.

It was incredibly fun, and I was happy (though somewhat shocked) we didn't have any tantrums or breakdowns. He liked it so much, he talked about it all night. Which was a nice change from, "Where Robyn Go?" "Hey Mama, Where Robyn Go?" "Mama, go see Robyn now."

We are in withdrawals from Auntie Bob. She has left us for some school on the other side of the world and won't be back for months. Miss you Bobbie, wish you could have been there!