My brothers might tell you I was spoiled...being the youngest and the only girl in the family.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Apple pie, chocolate chip cookies, and stone soup were among the imaginary recipes I made as a child in this little wooden kitchen cabinet.
My father, handy with wood shop skills, crafted it from his own design and hands. Dad signed the back of his creation and placed it near the Christmas tree...where two-year old little Lisa discovered the treasure.
"Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one." Dr. Seuss
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
I'll never forget their faces when they stood on our doorstep just days after Jocie's death. Blank and sullen, they had answers to the questions we didn't even know we had yet. The logistics of her accident...the response time from ski patrol, the details that would eventually be asked.
|Photo from Beaver Mountain|
Mike and Kris made it to the top bright and early. Kris has been re-habing after knee surgery and pushed up her entrance back on the slopes just a little sooner than recommended.
and a Memorial Beaver Mountain Jiggystick made especially in Ted's honor for the event. A huge thank you to our graphic artist and label printing company who helped us in creating and printing these in less than a week!
I loved the ice sculpture of the mountain that John from Culinary Concepts Catering carved. So very cool...no pun intended!
Thanks Ted for all those mornings you woke up way before the crack of dawn to start another ski day for all of us to enjoy. For your belief in the next generation of skiers. And most of all...thanks for your continuing dream of Beaver Mountain. It's been a great ride!
Saturday, January 25, 2014
The boys left town for a week of cat skiing in the Canadian wilderness. Since Cass was home alone with hubby traveling too...we made a long weekend out of it.
Olivia and Henry are growing leaps and bounds lately. Board games have become one of their new favorite pastimes. The Sneaky Snacky Squirrel game teaches colors and numbers...Sami the dog would mostly just like to have a squirrel snack.
and occupied ourselves as best as we could until dinner finally arrived. Patience is not in a toddler's vocabulary.
Snowsuits and hats and boots and gloves and then a moment when Olivia lost it! It seems her hand was nowhere near the end of her glove. In fact, if you look at the length of her forearm you can see that her fingertips are somewhere in the middle of the arm of the coat. Cass and I got the giggles...which Olivia did not appreciate.
Until our next sleepover my sweet sweet grand children...love you, love you long time!