Where snow go?

F@cebo.ok seems to be making it a lot harder to post here these days. It’s very easy to share pictures, tidbits about our days and the things that Curly does or says that it doesn’t seem we have much left to divulge here. But we don’t want to give up blogging, so here we are.

This past weekend we went on a little getaway about 2 hours north. We were hoping for some snow, but alas. Winter has been strangely absent. We did visit a ski resort, and have never seen so little snow at one before. Our plan was to drop Curly off at their “playcare” and go snow tubing. And we did drop him off, but the line for adult snow tubing was so long, people were asking for their money back. So we picked Curly up after a half hour (and playcare was so great, as opposed to what it was like on the cruise ship, that he was just as happy as could be), and then took him to the kiddie snow tubing hill. Curly is a fairly timid boy, not like some of the rough-and-tumble kids I’ve seen. We had originally thought he would be frightened of snow tubing, but the hill was pretty small and other little kids were enjoying it, so we gave it a go. And what do you know, he LOVED it. He giggled like a madman the whole way down. Sometimes he slid down with a mom, sometimes he did it all on his own. So yay…snow tubing success!

It is noticeably easier to travel with him these days, although we still have to employ the many tricks we have in our bag to distract him sometimes. I remember a lot more crying and inconvenience when he was younger though, and it seems to get better every time. This make us very much look forward to future travel adventures further from home, which seem to be getting closer and closer each day that passes. Probably nothing too major until he’s closer to 5, but considering he’s almost 3 (!), that doesn’t seem far off (most days).

We also took him to the zoo on our getaway, and he was really interested in all the animals, making the sounds they make or asking us what they were. He is absorbing so much and it’s really cute to witness. Funny little conversation with him in the car on the way to the zoo. We were asking him what animals he thought we were going to see. When he ran out of ideas, we said “Snakes?” He replied “I don’t like snakes.” We asked, “Why not?” “They’re icky..ewww.” We tried to reason with him that we liked snakes and maybe he didn’t because he heard one of his friends or teachers say they didn’t like them. Nutella then asked “Well, have you ever pet a snake?” And he answered, “No, only giraffes.” News to us!

And he’s off!

I think he liked it, no?