I swear I didn’t forget about my blog over the last week, despite the fact I haven’t posted much. I mean I thought about posting. And I felt guilty about not posting. But we were too busy doing this:
We took the kids (along with Josh’s mom, dad, sister, our brother-in-law and his brother) to Aspen for a ski/snowboard trip. The kids hit the slopes the first day under sunny skies and loved it. Well, Jack loved it. Emmie loved the lunch portion of the lesson because she was offered a choice of hot dog or grilled cheese sandwich. “With chips, Mommy!”
I checked on them every time I boarded past the ski school area and loved spying on them and watching them make their little “pizzas” in the snow (the snowplow to stop) and mincing along in their mini skis to the magic carpet and riding it up.
At the end of the day, and it was a full-day lesson from 9:30-3, Emmie was happy to go back to the hotel and Jack asked if he could go again the next day. Problem? We were in Aspen. You know, where everything is ridiculously expensive and outlandishly extravagant. Kids ski school? $200 per day. PER CHILD.
Josh said there was absolutely no way we were ponying up that kind of cash again, so we told Jack it was going to be too snowy the next day and that he was going to stay with Grandma at the hotel. You can imagine how well that went over.
But he got over it when he got to do this:
I mean how many kids get to swim in an outdoor pool, at the end of November, with snowflakes in the air? They loved the bathtub-like water and even Maeve enjoyed just chillin’ in the warmth. And that’s not a blurry photo, we couldn’t get the steam to stop rising off the water. How inconvenient for my photographic purposes.
Lest you all think I was a lady of leisure, boarding and hottubbing and generally living it up, however, let me share with you that Josh and I woke up each morning between 4:30 and 6 a.m. because our kids sleep like shit in hotel rooms and don’t understand the concept of switching time zones. I think Maeve is adorable, but when she’s slapping me in the face at 5:45 a.m. and catapulting herself backward into my ribs over and over in an attempt to convince me to get up and play with her, well, she’s a little less cute.
So while we had a fun trip, we were very glad to return home tonight so everyone could sleep in his or her own bed. And if anyone tries to get up before 7 a.m., I will start looking into boarding schools.