My Squishies turns two today. This little boy has blown me away from day 1… I had no idea how much joy he would bring to our family. It is genuinely a gift to observe him achieve new developmental milestones each month. This month, he has become very mannerable, offering unprompted “peases” and “dank yous” and LOTS of kisses (often in an attempt to delay bedtime). Both his kindness and stubborness are impressive.
Happy birthday, TJ.
We took the kids on an EPIC trip to Colorado before Christmas with two other families. Seventeen of us stayed in a huge, bad-ass condo and we never once felt crowded. I grew up in Colorado but my poor kids have never even seen snow. Presley was SO surprised to learn that snowflakes were actually little tiny things. In her head, they were BIG like the snowflakes you cut from paper and hang from the ceiling.
I had these grand ideas of taking amazing pictures of the kids with a gorgeous snowy background. However, the minute the plan landed and my Texas raised kids discovered just what five degrees actually felt like, the mere thought of wearing anything less than 18 puffy layers became out of the question. I grew up in Colorado and I LOVE cold weather (which is why I sometimes question living in a swamp like Houston), but my fragile little Southern children had a bit of a time adjusting. So I had to settle for photographing these wimps in their 18 layers of ski clothes. Even then, there were some tears because of cold hands and feet :). If you are going on a snowy vacation for the first time, take my advice and buy your kiddos a truckload of hand and feet warmers. Once they got these puppies in their gloves, the complaining turned to just how sweaty their hands were… which beats tears and proclamations of frostbite any day.
We sledded (is that a word? Sounds funny!), snow tubed and skiied, and drank copious amounts of $5 hot chocolate (ouch!). The kids also mysteriously found eating snow to be “delicious.”
I was the only one in my wolf pack that had experience skiing from high school and college and I discovered it’s like riding a bike- you just don’t forget how to do it. I told Jesse to say the word and I would move to a mountain somewhere. The kiddos took a one day lesson and in their heads they became like the great Olympian Picabo Street (can we pontificate on just how awesome that name is for a second? Hello awesome parents for picking that name!).
On our way back to reality, we stopped at Red Rock Amphitheater. It is now officially on my bucket list to see a live show there.
I didn’t even have a bucket list until I saw this place.
I keep TJ’s hair long because in the Houston humidity, it has body and he gets these adorable little curliques behind his ears. In the dry air of Colorado, it was just straight and he looked like Friar Tuck.
What’s this you say? Could it possibly be my Jude posing for a photo? I must be dreaming.
TJ has a new habit of pursing his lips and blowing spit every time the camera comes out.
Here’s the hubs busted taking a selfie… HA!
All in all- a GREAT trip and I hope we can go back every year!
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