Snow and skiing. Skiing and snow. That about sums it up.
Sauce, now called "Cannonball" on his ski race team - in the zone.
Even my little Squirt is up and running on skis this year.
Again - he loves an audience, so I have many pictures of Cannonball in the air. He will wait at the top of a jump until someone is for sure watching him before he takes off.
This is the boy who won third place in the final state championships - and had a proud mama!
Oh, what is that I see? Cannonball in the air again? This time there is a ski coach laying under him to up the stakes a bit!
I actually skied about 15 days this season (compared to the 50+ that each man in my family has skied). My dear friend Erin treated me to a free ski day at D**r Valley (normally too rich for my blood). And that's Ashley in the middle. She was about 12 months pregnant with cute little baby Cooper, so no skiing for her but she came and met us for lunch. If she didn't she knew we'd talk about her the entire time ;-).
When a ski coach needs the kids to have a visual aid, here you go.
Kindergarten play dates take on a whole new meaning in a ski town. Here's Rufus (on the right) with his friend Nathaniel "out playing."
Did I mention that we had more company than
My sister Amy and her family were the first of our many visitors. She is in pink getting dragged around the mountain by my maniacs.
And in case that wasn't enough - here is the moving picture version of those maniacs. They are all Rockstars in my book.
AND - it is still snowing. The end.
