After lots of debating, we decided to brave the chance of snow and make a trip to Utah. Daddy-o was able to go up with us, which made the trip SO much faster. And then he got to spend 24 hours seeing his brother, and my whole family. We had Sunday dinner,
the kids got to see their cousins,
and Daddy-o got to meet the newest niece, who took to him instantly. He loves babies, and this baby loved him right back.
And then, Daddy-o had to fly home, just in time for all the snow to start, and left me to experience winter.
So the next week was spent playing games,
watching the snow,
sledding with the other cousins,
and playing with them every chance they got.
The kids built snow forts
and had a big snowball fight.
The below freezing weather didn't phase the older two. Peanut, on the other hand, only made it outside for a little while. The first day, I think he lasted 10 minutes, and that was when I decided there was no way I could take him skiing with us.
So, while Peanut hung out with Rara and Unkie, Bean and Bug and I went up to Brighton with my sister-in-law and her two oldest.
And while none of us were thrilled with the high of 18 degrees that day, we did manage to bundle up enough to have fun. Hand warmers are an amazing thing.
Bean and Bug took a lesson in the morning, and got the basics down so they were ready to take on the mountain after lunch time.
We did several runs together and they were amazing.
It's so fun being with them up there, where I learned to snowboard 23 years ago. (And I am so glad that while my muscles may not be as strong as they once were, snow boarding is like riding a bike and I can still remember how to do it.)
The skiers!
It was a cold, cold week, but it was kind of fun to have a little bit of a real winter.
And it all would have been fun, if winter had been satisfied to stay at Grandma's house.
The view as we drove out of my mom's house. It was snowing softly, and quickly increased to a real snow storm. What should have taken 2 hours to get to the Nevada border took 4, and involved a lot of white knuckle driving as semi-trucks threw freezing slush on my already fogged-up windshield. It was pretty scary for a little bit and we finally pulled over at a rest stop to get the situation under control. And, of course, a few miles after we got back on the road, the snow finally stopped.
We can't go on a trip without squeezing some sort of science or history. On the way home, we stopped at the CA Trail Interpretive Center in Nevada.
We only had a couple hours, but we will have to stop again--so many hands on, fun exhibits. The kids loved it, and I loved getting a break from driving.

























