Ski vacation was fun! Even if the effort required to travel and sleep somewhere new is almost enough to make me never leave home again. And yes our trip was over a week ago.
It was our first time traveling with 2 kids and our first ski trip in 3 years without any vomit. For 5 hours I rode in the third row of our SUV or however long it takes to lose feeling in the lower half of your body.
But it was worth it. We picked up my mom on the way. Not only is it helpful to outnumber the little people, but she did some major childcare. I skied every morning and got a couple nights out with Captain.
Captain and I had quality time with BB and so did the rest of the adults in the hot tub.
BB had the option of sleeping in the bed or sleeping on the couch cushions on the floor. They were very nice cushions. BB chose the floor. She also had the choice of underwear or a pull-up for bed. That choice was a mistake. Sorry couch cushions.
I booked ski-in ski-out because I knew that’s the only way I’d get a decent chunk of skiing time in before RB needed to nurse.
She’s not taking a bottle. She’s got nothing against it. She’ll hold it, play with it, chew on it. Just about anything to it, except drink from it.
A month ago I was miffed, but at this point if she’s happy ish, she can hold out as long as she wants, I’ll be at book club.
It was my first time at Stowe and my first time at our hotel. I slip on my comfy, well-worn slippers and head down to ski check. By well-worn, I mean I’ve been wearing them all day every day for over a year and they’re dead.
I see everyone leaving their shoes under the benches. I spot the same pair of slippers as mine. I’d hate to be left with someone else’s well-loved pair. I check my slippers so they’re safe with the ski-check guys.
I hit the slopes. First time skiing in 2 years and minimal post-partum core strength. It was weird and great.
By the end of the trip BB could even take a couple runs with me. And by couple runs I mean we went up the magic carpet and down the slightest incline while Captain walked with us.
We signed BB up for one day of ski school with the idea that if she liked it she could do more. She loved it! They skied, came in for cocoa, skied, came in for lunch, skied, came in for cocoa, skied, came in for pick-up.
I asked BB about her day. She compared it to her regular school, so she found the routine a little perplexing. She said,
“It was a different kind of day. We just kept skiing.”
Outfitting one small child for the snow, one time a day, feels like all I can manage, never mind multiple small children in and out all day long. Bless those instructors.
I return to ski check and hand over my boots. The guy says,
“Have a nice afternoon!”
“Thank you, I just need to grab my slippers from you.”
He returns with those bad boys and remarks,
“Good thing you checked these.”
Back home I tuck BB into her bed. She sighs,
“It’s nice to not be sleeping on the floor anymore.”
As if we’d been roughing it.
Although I agree, it is nice to be home.