Back during Mardi Gras break of 2012, Damon and I had one of our less stellar ideas, and decided to take a little ski trip with the girls. What better place for a pregnant chick to hang out than in a frozen tundra filled with ice and snow, right? No slippery surfaces there, that's for sure. And kids raised in the south LOVE temperatures below freezing, am I right? Turns out no, we were not right. This trip was an ill-conceived idea, and at the end of it, the one good thing that I can say about it is that it was relatively inexpensive, thanks to using credit card points to purchase the flights and only having to pay for lift tickets for Damon since I was incubating Watts and therefore excluded from sports which could possibly cause me serious bodily harm. Here are the girls all dressed up in their snow gear that we borrowed from the Guillorys. They remind me of that kid in
A Christmas Story who falls down and can't get back up...
Stella went to ski school for one day. She hated it. At the end it was such a bad experience for her that Damon made a small scene and they refunded his money without him even asking for it. It was THAT BAD. She was also exhausted afterward...
Cille was pretty worn out, too, but she was actually just pretending to sleep in this picture...
On the bus ride back to the condo they both crashed...
Cille had to be carried off of the bus and continued her nap sprawled out on a bench in the ski shop...
Since skiing was not really Stella's thing, we tried a few other activities the next day...
See how much fun Cille is having?
At the top of the mountain!
The kids did enjoy playing in the snow fort...until they got cold again, anyway...
Nice hat, Damon...
We thought Stella would love snow tubing. Like most thoughts we had on this trip, we were wrong...
Eventually the girls were so cold, miserable, and tired that Damon had to carry them both back to the gondola. We felt pretty outdone by the whole experience...
They both fell asleep on the way down the mountain...
On the car ride back to the airport, Stella said, "Dad, the next time we go on vacation, can we just go to the beach?" I had already vowed to myself that we will not take them skiing again until Stella is a teenager. Hopefully if we even consider it I can pull up this blog post and use it to help us make a smarter choice!
