I needed a day with my kids and friends.
And especially with Mason. To know his capabilities.
To watch him interact with his neighbor friend. Happily showing him that he can turn well enough to be a "chairlift" only kind of kid.
But that he still had to be packed by us. Because, yes, walking uphill in his ski boots remains hard.
And he has to be pulled by me on flats. Even if he tried his hardest to go "straight" down earlier each time up the lift.
I needed to know that at a last minute decision I could ditch the girls and the hubby and have a ski day with my son. I love knowing that we would be able to do it, together.
That despite being stuck in the lodge all afternoon with a 2 and a 1 year old, my husband still loves me. He is fine because, someone had to stay with the girls. But from here on out, unless MJ is on ski's we won't take them. Deal.
Deal, she says. Because only making a few appearances out in the sled, wasn't that much fun anyways.
