Well, Melt has begun...You may call it spring, but that season for us is the first two weeks of June. Silas and I decided we were done with winter. We shoveled out the little side yard, and, of course the sandbox. A couple of days of shoveling and ice chipping and we can actually see the grass, or what was the grass last summer. Spring means lots of mud, and therefore lots of baths. Growing up on the gulf, I never thought I would be trying to teach my children how to swim in a bathtub at 8,700 feet above sea level. Christian went to New Mexico on a caving expedition for four days. OK, expedition might be a strong word. There is a semi-famous caver in our town who needed some guys to help count cavernous structures/features. So, he has the opportunity to see a rather untraveled portion of the Carlsbad area. Another Spring detail....we're headed south, and east. We leave next week for two weeks in Alabama and West Virginia. Hope to see some of you.
Silas and I hit our local ski hill for perhaps the last time this season. Pretty slushy, not the "freshies" or "powpow" of true winter...but, if you're bent over in an agressive snow plow holding up 33lbs of pure toddler, slow slush is nice. 
3 comments:
great to hear your stories, amanda! i look forward to seeing you guys so soon!
aaahhhh... the classic bathtub pictures, though more g-rated than the ones my parents took of us. I love this blog... better than the update emails that don't happen often enough (ahem).
when will you be in AL? email me the dates i would love to see you if possible.
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