Friday, March 12, 2010

Angel Fire


So we went on a family ski trip to celebrate 8 wonderful years of Super Son.
Jezebel (our navigatress of doom) managed to take us lots of interesting places that weren't exactly on the way.
but it's okay we found our way out, scared a few goat farmers, peed on the side of a cliff (okay that was just me) and laughed about it...alot (okay that was just me too - I think Hero Husband was worried for a minute there about my mental stability)

It was cold at night and warm and sunny in the day which meant you had to watch your head in a lot of places or these would quickly become something other than pretty to look at


As if my lungs needed a reminder of what I was doing to them. The wheezing and panting was indication enough of our elevation.


Awww look at my little snow bunnies.

They were so happy playing in deep snow on the side of the road.

Seriously I drove all this way and paid for a condo and lift tickets so you could play in the snow bank on the side of the road.

But I totally get why they like to play in it. Its so sparkly. Miss Thing was in princess sparkle heaven and Super Son insisted that I get a picture of all the sparkles.

Thank the Gods of ski school and drop-in daycare that Hero Husband and I got to ski together. And while you are at it we should have a moment of silence in honor of the genius that has a convenience store open late on the mountain. Not just any convenience store mind you, but one that is half convenience (thank you zyrtec and kleenex) and half wine celler/beer cooler.

Here we are enjoying our squinty time together.

Super Son has spent the last month reminding us that he was skiing faster than Dad the last day and that to do the iditarod he needs us to move to a snowy place. The Winter Olympics didn't exactly help his current craving.

And now we are home and it's 80 degrees outside.

Monday, March 08, 2010

Ski Fashion

I'm a people watcher. After my knees are worn out with a half a day of skiing I relax at the lodge and oogle.

Ski fashion has become a bit of a past time for me.

Snowboarders usually have the best clothes, or at least their boots look more comfortable.

This year there was a ton of Saints gear on the slopes. I swear I even some some fleur de lis earrings.

But the hats never fail to surprise me.



At least most of them were on kids.

There were also some very color coordinated young men on the slopes this year. Your helmet should match as you know.



But my favorite, The "I'm really not here to ski" chef's coat ski gear.



Sunday, March 07, 2010

The Mommy Lift

Miss Thing likes to ski, but not so much that she wants to take the lift and actually ski down the mountain. She is much happier just going up and down on the bunny slopes. The down part is pretty easy, but that leaves the up part.

And so the Mommy Lift was born

of course it only works some of the time.


but once you get to the top it's all about getting your head in the game and ready to tackle the slope.


And then we're off to the races.