Ski Bums

Both of them. Chris and Austin, together. Complete ski bums. And Chris couldn't be happier.
We took Austin skiing for the first time few weeks ago on a local mountain, and he has been asking to go again. Unfortunately Mother Nature hasn't cooperated with that one very important element needed for good skiing- snow. But we have already decided that he will be going to ski school next year. Did I mention that Chris couldn't be happier?

 Baby ski boots.

I die from the cuteness.

 Already picking up bunnies.

 Testing out the helmet.

 Tiny, tiny skis.

Again, I die.

 He was a pro. No whining. He just popped those boots right in. Or clipped. Whatever.

 Like Bambi! On skis.

The face of concentration.

 Getting used to the skis.

 Giving it a try, and making sure he wasn't going to freak out.

This is when I ran into the ski shop to get him his own goggles.

Tiny, tiny, goggles.

 Ready for the hill!

Off they go! On a magic carpet ride!

 Weeeeee!!!!!

 This is when I started having a heart attack because of how FAST they were going.

 But of course Austin loved it.

 Proud Papa after several runs.

 We had to convince Austin that if he went in for lunch he could come back out and ski some more.

 Break time.

 Attention ski bunnies in 14 years:

Ye have been warned.

He will only grow more handsome with time!

 Giving Daddy's helmet and goggles a try.

 Eye of the tiger.

 More fast runs.

 *Cough cough* Mommy doesn't ski.

Yet.

 The sweetest sight.

Fin.

There's Something Fishy Going On Here...

Literally. And his name is Roly Poly. Austin originally wanted to name him "House". But when I pressed him about whether the name was in honor of the structure we lived in or the television medical doctor he walked away and came up with another name. Maybe I ask too many questions?

 Austin's "Big Boy" present. 

We went on the day of his birthday and let him pick out the fish himself! 

The fish was actually white when we brought him home. He is starting to turn some shades of a light blue. Hopefully it isn't a sign of depression. Since he's blue. Get it?

He also chose the red rocks and crab decoration.

I love that he loves red.

Because I love red. And I'm actually the one who cleans the tank and feeds the little booger.

(Even though the fish flips out his little angry fins by his face whenever I walk over to the tank. I think he may be planning to hurt me. Good thing he's a small fish. I think I'll go eat some fish sticks next to his tank to send a message...)

No Show Snow

I'll be honest. This winter has not been impressive.

Snow? What snow?

Maybe 4-6 inches in our biggest snowfall.

What happened to the illustrious Adirondacks with the feet of beautiful snow?

The last "good" snow was a month ago.

Come on mother nature.

One good snow before Spring, okay?

When it snowed that one time. A few months ago. 

It was like Christmas.

Minus the goose and presents.

 Our guesthouse was covered.

 Austin trying out his hand at being a sled dog.

 Austin and K being pulled by their awesome mommies.

And Austin trying to flip K's sled over.

You can't win all of your parenting battles.

A Somalian at a Welsh Birthday Party

A few weekends ago, Chris and I attending a birthday party for a Welsh friend. What made this party extra awesome (besides the fact that he was Welsh), is that his lovely wife hired a wine Sommelier (expert) to come and give us a firm talking to about wine and host a tasting. I jokingly referred to him as a Somalian all night and it continually messed people up in their remembrance of how to actually properly pronounce Sommelier. Insert evil laugh.

 The fabulous cake.

Which I learned was representative of the Welsh Flag.

And delicious to boot!

 These cake pops were made with crack.

Okay, maybe not. But they WERE highly addictive.

Do they have rehab for cake pops?

 Dragons!

 The best napkins ever?

Perhaps yes.

 My love, Bosley. He's kind of adorable.

 The Somalian Sommelier.

He was brilliant AND funny. And he had a lovely accent.

 We formed a Cha Cha line to get the wine samples.

 I seriously learned a lot.

And would actually like to go to another "class".

I couldn't drink all of the samples he gave us (it was too much) but I loved tasting something and learning about what I should be experiencing.

 The birthday boy had to use paper cups.

 Personally I think it classed up the whole event.

 Chris was so enthralled he actually shushed me when I was joking around with some friends.

 Learning is fun!

 The aftermath.

 No wait. THIS classed up the event.

 Please don't kill me M. But I love this picture of you. You have the best laugh, and I swear I can hear it when I look at this picture!

 Much work to be done.

A crazy champagne and violet something or other. I just thought it was pretty and blue. 

Cheers!

 Only men dressed in plaid could blow out the candles.

Slaying the dragon!

And to our friends who were there, I have some VERY flattering photos of you. You know who you are. Please let me know if you would like them e-mailed to you ;)