You damn kids I told you to GO O-U-T-S-I-D-E!!!!!!
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Christmas photos
Better late than never right? Right?
Dad came up from Kelowna and read Winnie the Pooh (his favourite) to the boys
A very sick Tobin building a Las Vegas wedding chapel. Tobin had pneumonia just before Christmas this year and was severely knocked out for about a week.
Christmas dinner!
Getting ready for Santa: "okay, let's see: we have our note, a carrot for the reindeer, a cookie for Santa. Oh and since he's such an old codger let's give him an Ensure to keep his strength up."
The best gift ever! At least in my opinion...
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Big Mountain Skiing
We've had an exciting breakthrough with skiing recently.
Nick, of course, has been totally jazzed on skiing since he looked up and realized we're surrounded by mountains. Upon which, snow falls. And upon which medium one can attain tremendous speed with potential for grave injury. All of which are pleasing to him.
Tobin, on the other hand, has been a bit more cautious in his enthusiasm for it. But since Christmas he's been improving exponentially! Each time we go out there's a new breakthrough. On the first day he was hanging on the leash pretty much all the way down. On the second day he was off the leash half way down. Then by 3/4 of the way down he was trying to ski powder and take jumps! Now he's more excited about skiing than anything. The halcyon days of teaching your kid to ski I suppose. It's been super fun.
Last weekend I took them both, and the three of us skied down from the gondola (AMG is out again with ANOTHER torn acl...). Before we left the house I was priming Nick on how it was going to work. I was doing this to preempt the inevitable class 6 tantrum that occurs when he's tired and doesn't want to listen. It went something like this:
Me: Okay Nick, if you want to go Big Mountain Skiing you need to listen to me and blah blah mwop mwop mwop, blah blah blah and mwop mwop mwop... AND I'M GOING TO PUT YOU ON A LEASH SO YOU DON'T GET AWAY (caps for effect, not real shouting)
Nick: I'm not a dog.
Me: No, you're not a dog, but I don't want you to ski off the edge of the mountain.
Nick: But I'm not a dog.
Me: No, you're not a dog. *mutters under breath* you're a #$*&@ animal sometimes though...
Nick, of course, has been totally jazzed on skiing since he looked up and realized we're surrounded by mountains. Upon which, snow falls. And upon which medium one can attain tremendous speed with potential for grave injury. All of which are pleasing to him.
Tobin, on the other hand, has been a bit more cautious in his enthusiasm for it. But since Christmas he's been improving exponentially! Each time we go out there's a new breakthrough. On the first day he was hanging on the leash pretty much all the way down. On the second day he was off the leash half way down. Then by 3/4 of the way down he was trying to ski powder and take jumps! Now he's more excited about skiing than anything. The halcyon days of teaching your kid to ski I suppose. It's been super fun.
Last weekend I took them both, and the three of us skied down from the gondola (AMG is out again with ANOTHER torn acl...). Before we left the house I was priming Nick on how it was going to work. I was doing this to preempt the inevitable class 6 tantrum that occurs when he's tired and doesn't want to listen. It went something like this:
Me: Okay Nick, if you want to go Big Mountain Skiing you need to listen to me and blah blah mwop mwop mwop, blah blah blah and mwop mwop mwop... AND I'M GOING TO PUT YOU ON A LEASH SO YOU DON'T GET AWAY (caps for effect, not real shouting)
Nick: I'm not a dog.
Me: No, you're not a dog, but I don't want you to ski off the edge of the mountain.
Nick: But I'm not a dog.
Me: No, you're not a dog. *mutters under breath* you're a #$*&@ animal sometimes though...
Mid mountain snack, getting ready for lap two (3500' laps btw)
Day two of skiing under his own power.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
another update!
I'm out of control!
Actually, I just rediscovered this video I accidentally took in the summer. I didn't realize I had the camera on video, but somehow managed to take what I think is a pretty amusing minute or so of video.
Actually, I just rediscovered this video I accidentally took in the summer. I didn't realize I had the camera on video, but somehow managed to take what I think is a pretty amusing minute or so of video.
More from the vault.
Ghettomower
I liked this one just for the peer pressure
Sunday, December 11, 2011
reading
Tobin reading to Nick. He's only read this book a few times, but has it memorized to the word! I love the fidgety feet.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
skiing
Went skiing today with the boys. Nick and I got out for a few laps last week, and today we all made it up. Nick has been TOTALLY amped about skiing ever since the first snow fell on the mountains in September. Last weekend he insisted on walking from the truck carrying his skis. Which is no small feat for someone who is barely 3' tall. Today they both ripped it up on the magic carpet with Coen.
There is no question Nicholas is a skier. He's determined to ski on his own, climb on and off the magic carpet by himself as well as take his skis on and off alone. He's also trying SO hard to snowplow, but I think his little legs aren't quite strong enough yet to force his skis apart.
Tobin has improved vastly over last year and will be skiing on his own before the end of the month. He's still a little shakey on his new skis, but like everything he does, he'll one day decide it's time to show these suckers how to ski and probably bust out a 360 or something.
There is no question Nicholas is a skier. He's determined to ski on his own, climb on and off the magic carpet by himself as well as take his skis on and off alone. He's also trying SO hard to snowplow, but I think his little legs aren't quite strong enough yet to force his skis apart.
Tobin has improved vastly over last year and will be skiing on his own before the end of the month. He's still a little shakey on his new skis, but like everything he does, he'll one day decide it's time to show these suckers how to ski and probably bust out a 360 or something.
Bring it.
Sporting his new helmet
Our serious looks
This way dad!
Practicing his slopestyle
Exhausted and irrational on the way home. Didn't want to take his boots, helmet googles or shark mitts off. Clutching Diego like his life depended on it.
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