Brent isn't much of a skier, so he volunteered to wrangle our lil' critter while I skied. What a good husband, am I right? He moved up to Saint status when we weren't able to check into our condo until 4:00 that Saturday and had to check out at 10:00 the next morning, leaving lots of time for him to figure out what to do with Jack. I probably only got 4-5 runs in each day, but it was enough for me. I was pretty okay with Brent saying that he couldn't get Jack to stop crying around 11:30 on Sunday morning and that it was time to leave. My gloves were too thin and I just wasn't prepared for such a cold morning.
I had to pump in the car (always fun!) and get Jack and Brent settled in on Saturday, so I was behind getting up the mountain. To get to the West Village where we skied most of the time on the green hills, I had to ride up the American Flyer by myself and sneak my way down on different paths. It had been six years since I last skied and I just wanted a little hill to try first, but you had to go all the way up on the Flyer first. There were several line changes until I found the nicest looking group to pair with and I finally sucked it up and hopped on.
Geared up and ready to go on Sunday morning - now that we've found the car that was towed in the middle of the night.
It's cold, folks!
"A helmet? No, decline." What dork wears a helmet skiing? Um, everyone. Note to self for next time. I've never been offered a helmet as a standard in the ski rental package and it just never crossed my mind!
Cute! And safe...in their helmets and all.
Hi, baby friend!
The much anticipated return of "Baby on a Mantle".