We spent our first day in Utah with four of my five siblings and their families. (We were only missing my brother stationed in Iraq. We also missed my parents who are still living the rough life in La Jolla.)
Saturday afternoon we had a picnic lunch with my brother and his family. We took lunch up to Sundance and ate on the grass there. (No, we didn’t see Robert Redford or any other famous people—not that we know of anyway.) Lunch was good, and we managed (barely) to keep my girls out of the nearby stream.
After lunch, we rode the ski lift for a fantastic view of the resort. The view was beautiful, but my kids weren’t entirely cooperative. Elodie complained about how “sweaty” she was and removed her shirt mid-ride. Camille then decided that she didn’t want to be held and freaked all of us out as she squirmed trying to get free. Madeleine then spilled water on her shirt, which she removed. (We forced her to put it on again.) All of this occurred while we were many feet above the ground with only a small bar between my kids and a huge fall. We should have let my brother’s family go ahead of us on the lift because we gave my sister-in-law multiple heart attacks with our antics.
Saturday evening we all got together to celebrate my youngest sister’s birthday. The food was great and the company even better. The four young girl cousins played together amazingly well, and the old people laughed a lot.
Saturday afternoon we had a picnic lunch with my brother and his family. We took lunch up to Sundance and ate on the grass there. (No, we didn’t see Robert Redford or any other famous people—not that we know of anyway.) Lunch was good, and we managed (barely) to keep my girls out of the nearby stream.
After lunch, we rode the ski lift for a fantastic view of the resort. The view was beautiful, but my kids weren’t entirely cooperative. Elodie complained about how “sweaty” she was and removed her shirt mid-ride. Camille then decided that she didn’t want to be held and freaked all of us out as she squirmed trying to get free. Madeleine then spilled water on her shirt, which she removed. (We forced her to put it on again.) All of this occurred while we were many feet above the ground with only a small bar between my kids and a huge fall. We should have let my brother’s family go ahead of us on the lift because we gave my sister-in-law multiple heart attacks with our antics.
Saturday evening we all got together to celebrate my youngest sister’s birthday. The food was great and the company even better. The four young girl cousins played together amazingly well, and the old people laughed a lot.
2 comments:
It is a good thing I was in La Jolla living the rough life because someone would have had to give me CPR if I had watched all of those little girls wriggling on the ski lift too. You do know you are an incredible mom, don't you? By the way, I am expecting a new children's book from you all about riding on a ski lift in the summer. It would make a great book!
Ha ha. I will have to keep that in mind. I am trying to find the way to make a million bucks while being a stay-at-home mom.
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