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Sunday Ski Gang

We had a blast skiing every Sunday with the Collins’ and how perfect is it that everyone had a partner to pal around with!

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Betsy Hansen NH

Fox Mulder at Crotched Mountain

We found him at Crotched Mountain this weekend. He was out on the ski mountain in his suit. Odd… yes, quite.

My friend Kristin and I used to collect Barbie dolls, specifically Mitch Buchanaan dolls and we would take him everywhere with us. He would be photographed and shared with everyone around us. Weird??? Indeed it was. However, weird as it was, I took Fox with us skiing this weekend and the kids thought it was a blast. He hung out with us on the chairlift, had some of Shad’s beer, got skied over even though he tried to flag people down and just all around had a good time.

It has been a blast skiing with the kids this year even though the snow has been terrible. It’s been the first year that each of the three kids can ski without our help. We are on the chairlift and we love to ski with them, but it’s so nice to ski next to them (or behind them in some cases) rather than holding them up. Course I say that and Shad has been the one holding them up for the past few years. It’s his quads that have been getting stronger and burning like fire, but hey, we’re one of those “we couples” and this is a perfect example of why! 🙂

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The kids actually watched the ball drop. I’m not really sure they could make out the ball though – that was a little lost on them. They saw a circle made of lights but not the “ball” that everyone is talking about. I’m pretty sure Reilly thought it was going to be a destructive and explosive thing not some commercialized, light-bulb sponsored initiative that at some point over the years became a commercialized mess versus the celebratory crowded moment in Times Square when Dick Clark could actually nurture a community as he was the ONLY one to watch. I think the whole experience was a bit anticlimatic to them.

I recall growing up spending a few New Years Evenings with our Gervais cousins at the cottage on Ossippee Lake. We would watch one of three channels that came in with the antenna just so which was being broadcast from Portland Maine. We would watch the recap of the year for hours before the ball dropped and we would sing and dance and countdown until the very end. It was so fun then…. so simple. I love those memories.

New Year’s Day came quickly after the 1am hour with the kids. We did the Peanut Butter Chip 5K race in Temple and then took the kids skiing at Crotched. It was a balmy 55 degrees so it was a perfect first day of the year. Reilly and Kate helped me make a movie out of the short video I took with my phone – check it out. They chose the sound effects.

If you can keep your eye on Kate at the end it’s hard to see. I taught her the expression “yard sale”.

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Crotched Mountain Cardboard Sled Race

Boaters on the snow!

We attended our 2nd annual Spring Carnival at Crotched Mountain today. It was so beautiful outside; almost 70 degrees. We entered Reilly and his friend Owen into the cardboard sled competition. Last year we sent them down in an undecorated bike box that was awaiting it’s trip to the dump. This year, Monica took the project into her own hands. Shad and I got the boxes from EMS, one that we were certain was from @JenSchultis‘s new fancy schmancy mountain bike. Shawn and Monica rallied with the duct tape and the paint. Those items are pretty much what constitute the rules: cardboard, duct tape, paint. That’s it.

When we arrived at Crotched we had to rush to get Reilly up in line for his sled run. I was half carrying Shea in the slush and thankfully Kate was one step ahead of me and wore her rain boots. She was able to slosh around happily in the ankle deep puddles. As Shea’s weight got the best of me, since my camera feels like it weighs as much as she does, I chose to put her down (instead of the camera). She walked next to me with her hand in my hand as I looked up to see if Reilly was in the starting gate. Shea started to complain saying “wet wet”, “Mommy, wet…. wet…” I looked down and said “yes, I am wet too.” It was then that I noticed she was missing a shoe. As I looked back there it was floating in the puddle. It must have come off when she was shin deep in the ice cold water. WHOOPS! Nice job Mom! Someone passing through the puddle tossed it the 25 feet to me and we stuck it on her wet foot. God love her personality because she was fun with the sopping sock and shoe. Ahhhh… yah, another reason I am Mother of the Year.

The boys rode in style in their Old Town boat which was originally conceptualized as a canoe but given the rigid cardboard (again b/c Jen got an awesome bike there was more to protect) Monica opted for a boat. She painted it red and scripted “Old Town” on the side. The boys, equipped with cardboard paddles, pfd’s and helmets took her down the course. They were pretty impressed with their rig until they saw the “big kids” sled also pictured here:

Big Hans, Darth and Gang Sledding

Big Hans, Darth and Gang Sledding

We stayed for the pond skimming competition too. I’ll post a shot or two of that later. There was some GOOD STUFF at that. Crotched did a rockin job with their pond for the skimming. I saw Pat’s Peak’s on the news today and it looked to be about the size of my hallway. (note for those of you who haven’t seen it, it’s pretty small.)

I should make note that on the way to Crotched I got stopped by what my Mom would coin as “a nice face”. It’s her way of saying she had a run in with the law but didn’t get a ticket. Reilly and I got a little nervous when I got pulled over going 41mph in a 30. But hey, the nice face just yelled at me, didn’t write anything down and we got to keep going. Phew.

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