The morning after Christmas we all bundled up and headed to Bogus Basin for morning of skiing. The boys received ski lessons for Christmas and were ready to hit the slopes for the first time. I tagged along with my new skis and a vague remembrance from junior high about how to snow plow down the mountain.

It was a fun day, despite our frustrations. I fell a shit ton, came home with some bruises, lost a ski on the lift, and only cried once--and not for very long! Henry and Wyatt didn't really like skiing and Henry pretty much refused to ride the magic carpet. They were exhausted by noon and we weren't sure they were going to take skiing. But they surprised us the next day, and were riding the bunny hill fork lift (Henry's words) by the end of the third day. Henry was even reprimanded for going too fast! They made up a game called Bye Bye Rocket.

Today they are back at Bogus with Stephen and Dylan. I am home alone for the first time in so long I can't even remember (absolute bliss). I still fall getting off the fork lift and I am much more comfortable having Dylan with them rather than me. But don't worry, I'll start going in February. Anyway, here are some long awaited photos from our day on the mountain.