Ah, we've once again fallen so far behind in our blogging. We've got videos of Mather singing, we've got trips here and there to report on, pre-school updates, new activities and games, not to mention some updates on what Momily and Papasan are up to (tax season and thesis, primarily). First we'll travel back in time about a month to our annual President's Day Weekend "No-Ski Trip*", and hopefully we'll add a couple more posts in the next day or two.
This was Mather's third President's Day (wow), and here are the past chronicles (2007 and 2008). Remarkebly, she has remembered sledding and snow all year (aided, no doubt, by her fondness for looking at pictures of herself). So we were able to whip her up into an enthusiastic frenzy about this year's trip. The car ride was amazingly stress-free, in part because Mather obliged us by sleeping for a substantial portion of the drive. She woke up, however, when we were on the side of Highway 108, trying to figure out how to affix our instruction-less chains to our wheels. Fortunately, even in the remote California foothills with a snow flurry all around us, my iPhone came through and provided us with step-by-step chain instructions. In the meantime, Mather didn't fuss because she was entranced by all the falling flakes.
There was a nice, thick snowfall this year and we were able to carve out numerous sledding runs within a few steps of the cabin we rented. Mather had a hoot sledding in my lap and learning to throw snowballs.
This was Mather's third President's Day (wow), and here are the past chronicles (2007 and 2008). Remarkebly, she has remembered sledding and snow all year (aided, no doubt, by her fondness for looking at pictures of herself). So we were able to whip her up into an enthusiastic frenzy about this year's trip. The car ride was amazingly stress-free, in part because Mather obliged us by sleeping for a substantial portion of the drive. She woke up, however, when we were on the side of Highway 108, trying to figure out how to affix our instruction-less chains to our wheels. Fortunately, even in the remote California foothills with a snow flurry all around us, my iPhone came through and provided us with step-by-step chain instructions. In the meantime, Mather didn't fuss because she was entranced by all the falling flakes.
There was a nice, thick snowfall this year and we were able to carve out numerous sledding runs within a few steps of the cabin we rented. Mather had a hoot sledding in my lap and learning to throw snowballs.
Head-to-head racing against Mountain Mike
Smiles at the bottom.
*People skiied the first year, maybe two of this annual tradition, but now we don't bother...we're too busy drinking beer, sledding, drinking wine, etc. to get up early and get to a ski resort. Not to mention our once rowdy group of college friends is now a pile of married people, with a couple kids and another one on the way...
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