Deep Breath

I don't feel like blogging. I feel like I have nothing interesting to say and I'm tired of hearing myself blog.

That being said, I know years from now when Jack is all grown up, I will want to hit myself upside the head for not recording these memories.

So. Deep Breath. Here we go.

Thursday we went to New Hampshire. I had been telling everyone all week we were going to New Hampshire for a ski trip with Zack's section, but when we actually plugged the address into our trusty GPS, she informed me we were actually going to Vermont. That sort of mistake doesn't happen when you live in California. You have to work hard to make it out of the state even as far as Nevada, forget getting into your car intending to go to Texas and finding yourself surprised that you are going to Tennessee instead.

So. Thursday we went to Vermont. It was beautiful. Zack and I chatted about how "White Christmas" of us this trip was. We could almost hear the bells chiming. We got into Vermont late and woke up the next morning excited to get Zack and Jack to their first snow boarding lessons. When we got to the lodge, we were informed that the person who set up the lessons for them was mistaken and they could not take lessons together. So we quickly switched gears (New Hampshire, Vermont/ snow boarding, skiing) and signed Jack up for ski lessons while Zack went to snow boarding lessons. Jack had been excited all week, telling everyone he was going to New Hampshire (sigh) but he could not have been less excited as I dragged him to his lesson. That being said, the place was amazing. We got there and they took down his name, swooped him into his classroom and informed me that I could come back in 3 hours.

Huh? These people seriously didn't know me from Eve. Once the nice lady, who had six kids of her own and a broken nose, got the picture that I didn't have plans to go anywhere, she and I had a nice chat. Jack couldn't see me but I got to watch him listen to his teacher, practice walking in ski boots, practice on their balance equipment, practice walking in skis for the first hour.



Then they packaged them all up in their winter gear and led them to the snow.



Jack kept falling down saying his skis were to heavy and asking the teacher to carry them.





It was amusing for me to watch someone else have to pick him up and be firm about him needing to carry his own skis. His teacher, George took them all up the "magic carpet" (think airport people mover on ice) and then had them ski down the hill.



Jack did amazingly well. He only cried once (he just informed me that he in fact cried twice, but I only saw once).



After Jack's class was done, he and I had lunch in the lodge. I told him brave little boys taking skiing lessons get to choose their own lunches, so we sat together and talked as he ate his chicken nuggets, french fries, skittles, dorritos, and bowl of marshmallows. After lunch Zack joined us and switched to skis so he could ski a bit with Jack. Jack loved skiing with Zack. He held his hand and the two of them probably went down the hill another 10 times.



After that, Jack and I headed back to our condo to rest up while Zack met up with some friends from his section and took in a few hours of skiing. We all had a great time and I am excited for our next ski trip!

We headed home the next morning early so we could make the Crimson Kid's Unbirthday Party, and 30 minutes from home Jack started throwing up. He spent the rest of the day at home, sick with a fever. That's the second time in 3 weeks that this kid has come down with the stomach bug. Not fun.

So in summary, Vermont = fun. Stomach bug = no fun.

The end.