My family has a timeshare in Big Sky, MT and we decided we would partake in the trip this year. We packed up our ski boots and all our winter clothes and headed for the mountains. Little Miss J had been talking about going to the mountains and seeing Papa Ralph for a couple weeks and I was so excited to let her play in the snow. Almost as soon as we arrived at the condo, she insisted that she "needed to go snowing." Luckily, she got a few days to go snowing and it was so fun to watch her awkwardly walk around in her snow gear and crawl through the powder pushing it with her little mittened hands that had somehow gotten turned around because she couldn't figure out how to put her little thumbs in the thumb holes. We went sliding one day and the other days we played in the snow park at the bottom of the ski hill that had lots of slides and tunnels to explore.
Pretty much every three minutes or so of our "snowing" adventure involved putting on a boot that had fallen off, fixing her mittens or pulling her hat off her eyes so she could see where she had to plod slowly to next. Little Miss J might have looked like Randy from A Christmas Story -
but by the end she was trotting around on her own pretty well. We did, however, still have to drag her little butt up the sledding hill. As you can see, she clearly enjoyed her time snowing.
Next year, I hope to put her on some skis!
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Happy times! So glad Little Miss J made it down the sliding hill without receiving a sled-induced white wash. My kids still haven't completely resolved from that PTSD. Those are the worst! Love her Christmas story, Randy, impression! Best of all, I can only imagine the curiosity and wonder she experienced from going to desert to winter wonderland!
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