Some friends of ours invited us to go skiing in Colorado over the weekend. I havn't skiied since I was in grade school. I remember two teenage boys called me a pink marshmellow because of my giant pink snowsuit...it was devastating. Anywho, we had a great time, thanks Burrups! Wren was such a good sport...hanging out at the wolf pup ski school lodge all day. She ventured out a few times on the back pack but was a little blinded by all the whiteness.
Satch and Em head down the slopes. In this picture their instructer told them to howl like wolves. I of course was the helicopter parent there to catch the moment.
Willy was too young for ski school, so Kenyon harnessed him in and spent all day with him. Will was a mini-me of Kenyon and loved spending time with him. I told Ken I wished he could see Will's perma-grin every time I saw him coming down the hill. He would bend over, hold his knees (as directed by Kenyon) and every once in a while jump up. You know Will can't just go straight down the hill...he's got to make it exciting. Kenyon said Will would try to fall because he thought it was funny when Kenyon would pull him up with the harness.
Will enjoys a little lunch he put together himself. Hot chocolate soup with teddy grahams and goldfish...yummy?