Jesse went out for a few short runs on Saturday. I was disappointed that he was more fearful this year than last, and did not enjoy himself quite as much . We had hoped that early exposure would help against the natural wariness one would experience with two slippery sticks strapped to your feet at the top of a hill. 🙂 But we’ll try again next time.
I did not get on skis at all, being pretty well reconciled to the familiar activity I now call “lodging”. Properly pronounced with a English accent, “lodging” is a verb that describes the act of planning and preparing for a ski trip and actually spending the entire time in the lodge. 🙂 I am not resentful, mind you – we had a lot of fun anyway!
Jesse and I read books (“Jesse Bear, What Will You Wear” for him, the third in the “Song of Albion” trilogy by Stephen Lawhead for me), played with playdough, and drove tractors, and ate snacks.
We are learning about opposites this week – Here we have a BIG orange slice, and little orange slice. He is learning the words and the signs and the concept all at the same time!
The evening at Richelle’s was pleasant. (Richelle is our friend who runs the ski program – she and her husband hosted us overnight so we didn’t have to make the 1 1/2 hour trek back and forth to the mountain.)
We enjoyed a yummy crockpot dinner, good company, chocolate fondue for dessert, and a game of Catan – What more could one ask for? A very comfortable bed and a good night’s rest, you say? Yeah, we got that, too!
I was about the only one in the room not wearing a black UnderArmor shirt, and 4 of the 8 of us were certified ski instructors, but they were kind enough to included me. 🙂
Sunday morning we headed back to the lodge for another day of ski, then we packed up and headed south to Binghampton to the free Denver and the Mile High Orchestra concert. A long day, but lovely to finish it out sitting with family and most of our Church fellowship who made it to the concert as well and saved us front row seats.
When home at last, Jeremy made countless trips emptying the trunk, then proceeded to unpack and put everything away, regardless of the late hour. I thought, as I sat giving Claire her final night’s feeding – “I should give him a Red Bull more often!” 🙂 My man rocks. 🙂
I do believe I will forgo accompanying him again next week and concentrate on getting ready and rested for our Whiteface trip the 20th-22nd. We got a bunch of us heading out for the weekend to volunteer at the Empire Games for the Physically Challenged. And we’re packing the Catan games, right Christine? Yeah!!!! 🙂