Skiing 2012

Check out my girl on the slopes in the video below. Sure it's nothing fancy, but her older brother couldn't go to ski school at this age (3) because he wasn't quite potty trained. (I take full credit for screwing up his potty-learning process. Cassandra, on the other hand, pretty much potty trained herself.)

Anyway, she was a little teary-eyed in the morning when we dropped her off, but did fine for the rest of the day (and the three days that followed).

Now, check out my boy. The mountain was empty the first few days we were there. As a result, his group lesson was actually a private lesson with an awesome instructor. Here he is on our last days of skiing. I'm following behind him just in case...

Me? I heart NASTAR, amateur ski racing and spent much of my time on the slopes racing against myself (and the clock). Brad would say I'm obsessed. I just say I'm good. Highlights are below, but here are my full results.

No video of Brad because usually he's too fast to catch.

When she should be napping...

This could almost be considered live because she's up in her room right now dancing the nap away. It's cute until later in the afternoon when you ask her if she wants a drink of water and didn't you know that was the wrong time to ask and the angry screaming begins.

Twin Day and "Do the Dance Now"

The photo above was for an actual "twin day" at Zander's school. It didn't matter to Zander that Cassandra goes to a different school.

The video below is from a random day when they decided to dress alike. This happens surprisingly often. Sometimes they are so darn cute it's hard to stand it. (Other times when one is pinching the other and screaming "It's mine" it's a lot easier to stand it.)

Time Travel

In an amazing feat of time travel, my daughter (who was just born a few months ago) turned three today! She is joyful and delicious and fun. I can't get enough of her (except when she is insisting that she needs five pairs of underwear, two shirts, and two pairs of pants and we are running late or when she is stalling at bedtime).

In a similarly-related feat, Cassandra wears pull-ups for nighttime and that's all we see of what resembles a diaper. It's especially remarkable given how much we messed up the potty training with Zander. This time around, we let Cass lead the way and we simply provided support. Sure there is the occasional accident, but we're pretty much over that hurdle. (Knock on wood.)

I get it now -- why women who know they are done having children are nostalgic for the baby years. A friend just had a baby and I commented on the facebook newborn photo: "Enjoy these years. They go so fast." The post-partum Jill would have scoffed at such a comment. In fact, I did. Wistful sigh.