Tuesday, January 19, 2010

No worries

Our family travelled to Crested Butte, Colorado this past weekend. It was amazing! From the time that we stepped off of the plane and breathed in that brisk mountain air, the kids were adamant about "eating snow". I have to confess that we did brief our children about not eating "yellow snow" and our daughter proceeded to tell everyone within earshot of her new found knowledge....and yes, the aforementioned snow was not eaten by any of our kids.

This is an amazing view of the mountains outside of our balcony. Crested Butte is a charming little ski town nestled on all sides by gorgeous mountains like this.Here is our little spunky girl & her Bubba in the "igloo" enjoying a little hot chocolate after some inter tubing.BubbaThis was W's first snow. Our precious girl...this is a window into her big personality.
Pure bliss! The skiing lasted all of about 30 minutes...just long enough for our little spunkster to go down the hill a few times between her Daddy's legs, throw off her gloves, throw some 'tude, and get herself carted off back to the hotel room...but not until she had a little hot chocolate with Mommy at the cafe...shhhhhhh....don't tell! The skiing may have been a no-go, but the bungee trampoline was a big hit!
She couldn't fly high enough!

On our last day in CB, we went to the Children's Museum.

E says that he wants to be an architect when he grows up...he is well on his way.E's creation...looks like a church to me.
FashionistaOur budding little artist. He loved the paints.
We have so many amazing memories...the delicious pizza at The Avalanche, the Norman Rockwell-like downtown with all of it's kitchy shops, the wonderful (and incredibly friendly) people, Willy (the young Argentenian man who entertained my cranky, tired children) from the hotel (who, by the way, I seriously doubt is his real name), the snowfall that had my children running with their tongues hanging out so they could "taste" the snow, the time spent with family that we rarely see but dearly love, the giggles of our babies as they rolled in the snow for the first time, the "girl talk" that my precious daughter and I had over hot chocolate and pastries at the locally owned coffee shop, the proud look on my sweet E's face as he conquered his first day of ski school, and more than anything, the time that we spent together, as a family of 5, in an incredible town, with no work, no e-mails, no cleaning, no laundry, no responsibilities..."no worries".
Blessed Mama

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