So, we finally had a white Christmas at our house. And it was a BIG white Christmas--over 13 inches of snow! Great for building forts, huge snowmen, and some sledding.
Except that we weren't here for it. We were somewhere where there is always snow on the ground this time of year, so I shouldn't care. Except this year there was hardly any snow! We were in the Rocky Mountains in Northern New Mexico, where I grew up skiing on the slopes of Angel Fire, Taos, Sipapu, and Red River. Luckily, the slopes had enough snow for the older boys to get on skis for the first time (and for Mommy to show Daddy who's the boss on skis. Again.)
Brandon and Tyler were in all-day ski school the first day, and loved it so much that they went again all day the next day! Taking after my sister and I at that age--the boys were on the leading edge of uncontrolled chaos on the bunny slopes. They've learned to somewhat veer around people as they go straight down the mountain, falling on their butts to slow down and eventually crashing to a stop. I couldn't be more proud of them. We didn't get much video of it, but we got a good family picture:
Nick and was content to stay at the cabin and sled with his cousin Ty: |
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Needless to say, we had a ball! We've got the skiing bug, so it's time to start looking around here for some decent slopes for the kids to keep practicing on.
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