Sunday, December 27, 2009
TubaDad and I are tired (oh so tired) after all the Christmas merriment, but the girls were dying to see some real snow, so we sucked it up and drove to Tahoe. We didn't pack until this morning, but we did think ahead enough to rope my parents into the plan (yes we have flashes of brilliance even when we are dog tired). The girls were so excited that they climbed into the van and strapped themselves in while TubaDad and I were still running around filling the suitcases. We kept telling them we weren't leaving for at least an hour, but they didn't care, just sat there giggling and yelling for us to hurry. Crazy little chickens. The old family cabin looks exactly the same as it has for the last four decades. Same awesome snow, same cute a-frame roof, same green shag carpeting, same orange corduroy couches. Love this place. Ro and Ree feel the same. We've already gone sledding, soaked two sets of clothing, figured out that we need better mittens for the girls and (ahem) larger snow pants for me, and gotten buried in the snow. Tomorrow my dad says he's going to teach the girls to ski. He taught me when I was four, but the twinados... yikes... wish him luck! Hope you're all having a wonderful holiday break and that you're getting way more rest than we are. Heh.