We hear this song all day. It's French. Asher says it's Spanish.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
The Most Fun Non-Skiing Skiing I've Ever Done
Earlier this winter a neighbor sold us a bunch of used toddler ski equipment for dirt cheap. We were debating whether or not to take Asher skiing this year and wouldn't have done it if we had to buy new stuff (just not worth the risk that he wouldn't like it!), but when our neighbor listed everything we'd need for next to nothing on the neighborhood website I jumped at it and we were the new owners of a bunch of beat up toddler ski gear! We took Asher to REI and got it all adjusted to fit him and were so excited to take him up to the mountain to try it out. All we needed was some fresh powder and so we waited...
And waited...
And waited...
Until FINALLY there was snow. We got Grandma Jane to baby-sit Sienna and packed up all of the gear (ugh, so much more work when you add a two year old into the mix) and drove up to the mountain. We were about five minutes away when I mentioned something about needing to buy some sunscreen when we got there. I made an off hand comment about not bringing my wallet and Jeremy's eyes got huge with the worst realization- he had forgotten his money clip! UGH. He never forgets it. Never. The one time he does, we are about a million miles from home with an almost three year old who is beyond excited to go skiing for the first time. All we could do was laugh and then try not to cry. Jeremy made some comment about wishing he could use PayPal or something and then it dawned on me! Jeremy's brother would save the day- we called him and he called Guest Services and next thing we knew there was a loaded gift card waiting for us. Joel is always the hero- it's just his personality. He comes through in the clutch- it's practically his middle name. I'm very grateful for Jeremy's baby brother.
So then the fun part- which wouldn't be the part where we got Asher all dressed up and ready to go and he cried until Jeremy carried him and his own skis while I carried Asher's and my skis for the miles we had to walk from the car to the mountain. It was at this point that I thought there is a reason people don't start skiing with their kids until they are at least 5 years old, if not 7! But anyway, the fun part- we finally got our lift tickets or more accurately our "Magic Carpet" tickets (nothing magic about it- you could walk faster up the "hill" than this thing takes you) and we were off. Asher loved it. It was freezing up there- a 20 degree day, but he was not dissuaded- he was a skier and boy was he proud! Jeremy and I never got to put our skis on. Not even once. I'll admit to some disappointment there, but never before have I ever so much fun not skiing.
And waited...
And waited...
Until FINALLY there was snow. We got Grandma Jane to baby-sit Sienna and packed up all of the gear (ugh, so much more work when you add a two year old into the mix) and drove up to the mountain. We were about five minutes away when I mentioned something about needing to buy some sunscreen when we got there. I made an off hand comment about not bringing my wallet and Jeremy's eyes got huge with the worst realization- he had forgotten his money clip! UGH. He never forgets it. Never. The one time he does, we are about a million miles from home with an almost three year old who is beyond excited to go skiing for the first time. All we could do was laugh and then try not to cry. Jeremy made some comment about wishing he could use PayPal or something and then it dawned on me! Jeremy's brother would save the day- we called him and he called Guest Services and next thing we knew there was a loaded gift card waiting for us. Joel is always the hero- it's just his personality. He comes through in the clutch- it's practically his middle name. I'm very grateful for Jeremy's baby brother.
So then the fun part- which wouldn't be the part where we got Asher all dressed up and ready to go and he cried until Jeremy carried him and his own skis while I carried Asher's and my skis for the miles we had to walk from the car to the mountain. It was at this point that I thought there is a reason people don't start skiing with their kids until they are at least 5 years old, if not 7! But anyway, the fun part- we finally got our lift tickets or more accurately our "Magic Carpet" tickets (nothing magic about it- you could walk faster up the "hill" than this thing takes you) and we were off. Asher loved it. It was freezing up there- a 20 degree day, but he was not dissuaded- he was a skier and boy was he proud! Jeremy and I never got to put our skis on. Not even once. I'll admit to some disappointment there, but never before have I ever so much fun not skiing.
Happy on the "Magic Carpet"
So cute on the "Magic Carpet"
"NO MORE SELFIES" Not even kidding- that's what he said.
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Thursday, December 12, 2013
This really happened...
Seriously, what would I do without these guys? They let me dress them up in Christmas pajamas and then go for a drive around to look at Christmas lights. Asher was more excited for the promise of ice cream afterward than the actual lights. I think he figures "seen one set of lights, seen them all." Sienna was just irritated with her outfit period. Ah, the stuff of memories.
Sienna's face pretty much sums up her feelings on red polka dots
My hero, the man who is willing to wear santa pajamas for his wife's happiness
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Sienna is One!
Dear Sienna,
Our sweet baby girl is growing up too quickly. How did the past year fly by so fast? It feels like yesterday that we were waiting impatiently for you to make your arrival. You were born on a gorgeous sunny day (well, it was night by the time you decided to get the show on the road), and you picked a beautiful week to make your entrance.
The past year with you in our lives has been far beyond anything we could have hoped, dreamed, or imagined for. You have brought us so much joy, laughter, and love. We never in a million years could have expected how perfect you would make our world.
You amaze us with your sense of humor, your determination, your desire to talk and say the right words for things. You and your brother are truly best friends and witnessing that friendship develop has been one of the most exciting parts of the past year. You love to wrestle with him and one of your favorite games is to take his Baby Beluga stuffed animal (you call it Guga!) and give it a big hug and then hand it back to him. You two repeat this game over and over and it's so fun to watch.
You are so determined to dress yourself- anytime you come across an item of clothing you will sit for minutes with it and try and try to put it on yourself. You love to put hats on yourself and others. You also love being in the water. You put your face in the water unprompted a lot and you can't get enough of splashing.
One of your favorite activities and one of our favorites to watch is dancing. You dance dance dance and it's truly so adorable. Your daddy and I just laugh and smile at you when you shake it to music!
Sienna, being your mother is such a privilege and a gift to me. I take my role so seriously and I want to do everything I can to ensure you grow up knowing how loved you are for being you and that you always feel encouraged and built up by our words and actions towards you.
I love you, sweet Cece. God bless you now and always!
Love,
Mommy
Halloween2013: The farmer and his piglet
Anyone who knows me, knows that I LOVE to dress up kids in costumes. I think it's hilarious to see a baby dressed up as an animal or as a lobster in a pot- you name it, I think it's all so cute and funny! I've always had more than one costume for my kids every Halloween- I have a problem. My name is Katie and I'm a kids' costume-aholic.
This year, for their main costumes, Asher was a farmer and Sienna was a piglet. Some people who will not be named on this blog (MOTHER) thought that dressing Sienna as a pig was mean! Excuse me for thinking a little squishy baby dressed as a pig is one of the cutest things on God's green earth. Who doesn't love a baby pig? It's un-American if you don't.
We went to Daddy's office for their Halloween luncheon and then after dinner put the costumes on yet again and went trick or treating to my aunt and uncle's house and our good family friends the Daste's house as has become tradition. Then it was home and to bed. Thankfully we only get like three groups of trick or treaters so Jeremy and I didn't have to share any of our candy.
Nothing cuter than a two year old saying "twick or tweat," except equally cute maybe is a baby dressed up as a piglet...
This year, for their main costumes, Asher was a farmer and Sienna was a piglet. Some people who will not be named on this blog (MOTHER) thought that dressing Sienna as a pig was mean! Excuse me for thinking a little squishy baby dressed as a pig is one of the cutest things on God's green earth. Who doesn't love a baby pig? It's un-American if you don't.
We went to Daddy's office for their Halloween luncheon and then after dinner put the costumes on yet again and went trick or treating to my aunt and uncle's house and our good family friends the Daste's house as has become tradition. Then it was home and to bed. Thankfully we only get like three groups of trick or treaters so Jeremy and I didn't have to share any of our candy.
Nothing cuter than a two year old saying "twick or tweat," except equally cute maybe is a baby dressed up as a piglet...
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