Christmas Morning

For those we wish would have been here with us too. Yes, Santa made a visit.

Christmas Eve Low Country Boil

I love family traditions. As our family (with children anyway) is relatively new, we've still been experimenting and discovering the traditions that will define our family. I think this year we found a keeper. This year we had our First Annual Christmas Eve Low Country Boil.

There was paper on the table, crab legs, shrimp, sausage, onions, corn on the cob, red potatoes and of course very generous amounts of Old Bay. Yum-O!

12 Years/Eight Years

It was a Happy Anniversary. Depending on who you ask it was celebrating 8 or 12 years. Either one...sheesh, time flies. In the evening Paul and I were able to celebrate with our newlywed friends, Eric and Annette at a fabulous local wine bar.

Preschooler Ski Geniuses

I had really, really hoped to burn about a thousand copies of these skiing videos of the boys and send them out like a proud new Mommy that has just had her first baby...but reality set it and I feel lucky that the Christmas cards got in the mail before New Year's. Here's one of them ... Charlie is in Black and Grey, Macalan is in Blue. Dad is snowboarding in the back ready to fetch, Mom is up ahead ready to chase ... the instructor, Evan, can be heard cheering the little guys on.

Getting Back to It

Charging Charlie - By the end of our trip Charlie got off the Chairlift by himself without any help and graduated out of the "Edgie Wedgie" making perfect snow plows all by himself. Charlie's favorite activity was "snowballing" and often we'd have to bribe him to do "one more run" if he'd be able to snowball.(To Snowball - def. Snowball making and throwing, preferably at Mom or Dad)




Although Mom had lofty ideas about teaching the boys to ski entirely by herself, the help of our fabulously amazing instructor, Evan, was invaluable. As is the plight of all parents everywhere, our children take instruction from others far better than they do from us. Evan had the boys smiling and laughing and skiing, really skiing - within an hour.









Might Mac - Mac was the youngest little guy on the slopes, with the exception of one day when we ran into a 2 year old, but he wasn't really skiing, he was being held up between Mom's legs. I always smile in amazement at the littlest little skiers on the hill, but it was really special to be smiling in amazement and have it be my own child. Macalan loved to go fast, we hard pressed to get him to stop for us. Even the magical Evan gave him the "what have you" to which Macalan replied, "the the guy on the swings (chairlift) was telling me to "Go, go, go!" His initials MPH are not lost on his personality. He's clearly a thrill seeker - heaven help us int the teenage years.