Skiing

My parents thought “I” would like to go skiing, so they planned a trip to Crested Butte.  Let’s review, I’m not yet 2, they don’t make ski boots any smaller than 10 (I wear a 6), and I trip over my own two feet all the time.  So, LET’S GO SKIING!.  Oh, and I don’t like the cold.  But off we went.  Here are some pics from us, our friends Glen and Fiona Orr and Tammy came along for some fun.  Here are the pics Mommy and Daddy took.  Hopefully more to come when Tammy and the Orrs send us their pics.

Check me out in my ski bibs. Pretty good lookin’ aren’t I?

Just a singing a song as I walk along.

What’s this? A sled? It’s like a slide but it moves? I should like that.

NO, no, I don’t like it.

Ok, I’ll stop crying and try it.

Spinning? I don’t spin on slides.

Ok, enough of the sledding, back to walking and stomping on snowballs.

I’m wearing Daddy’s hat!

A close up of me wearing Daddy’s hat. And look, Mommy did a good job of wiping my runny nose. I just know you wanted to know that.