I hate being cold. It is really miserable for me. I would rather be sweaty hot than freezing cold. I would rather toss and turn in the hot hot summer nights than the cold cold winter ones. But I live where it snows and winter always lasts longer than I want or remember. So we try to have fun and get through it. Last weekend we took the kids snowboarding up at Sundance. Leif and Emilia are about the same level and they stick together. Leif is little. He is about a head shorter than Emilia. One is goofy footed and the other is regular, so they have their comfortable side for riding the lift. Well, on their very first run, as they were getting ready to get on the lift, two older, and thus bigger, girls hurried to get on and in so doing, got on a little bit before Leif and Emilia. As they got on a head of my two, the lift chair swung up. Emilia got on, but Leif who is smaller, tried but the chair hit him at the arm pits. I was watching from afar and I could not do anything. The lift operators who were close and watching and didn't do anything. I watch and thought that any second Leif would fall onto a nice soft pile of powder. I finally heard one of the operators say to the other to stop the lift as it climbed higher and higher. By the time the lift was stopped, one of the older girls had lifted Leif to sitting position! I hoped that they had the idea to pull down the safety bar as they traveled on out of sight. They sat alone next few rides.
And of course what is best after being in the snow all day?
Homemade cinnamon buns with vanilla- steamed (organic) milk and a soak in the tub.
