I can't help it. I think they are the cutest little 4ft human beings on a snowboard. Just look at them. The pint sized boards, itty bitty boots, miniature gloves and goggles that still swallow up their faces, it is all just too much for me to handle. Maybe it's a good thing I stayed behind with Maddox while Jason took them up to Flagstaff for the day, I may not have been able to keep my hands off their cute little buns in those little poofy pants. This was the first time they've had a chance to go this year and Jason's half time report was that they both had digressed, he had dealt with more tears than any one man should have to handle and they were about ready to call it quits. I was pleasantly surprised to get a phone call at 6:00pm saying they were just leaving the resort and had an awesome time. I'm glad the second half of the day was better and they are back to being Jay's little proteges (where's the fancy little "e" with the mark over it when I need it?). You know I've been on a little centimental kick lately thinking that this little guy might be our last and I'm not ready for my kids to grow up, but I'm trying to psych myself up about the next stage of life. It will be so fun when all the kids are old enough that we can do things like snowboarding together as the whole family. I can't even imagine the day when we can all go to a movie or a restraunt without chasing a miniature person who is yelling "catch me!" at the top of his lungs. I'm seeing more and more advantages of having the kids get older, I love the new relationships we're forming and it is actually really fun. I have, however, finally pin pointed exactly what it is that I will miss about having little kids around. Sure I will definately miss the "I wub you mom!" and the way their eyes light up and they run to you after you've gone. It will be sad when the love notes that I find on the back of their school papers stop coming and when they no longer think I am the coolest person around. But this is what it really boils down to: at some point it gets creepy when you are still holding their hands, tickling their backs, cuddling with them on your lap, pinching their cute little bums and kissing on those perfect little lips and it makes me so sad to think of the day when I can't do that anymore. Whenever I go out of town or are away from them for a while my heart just aches to eat them up and I swear the need to hold them is as strong as the need for food and water. How sad will that be when I can no longer snuggle up in bed with my 17 year old son and stroke his face while he falls asleep? I know, creepy. I just hope my grandbabies are okay with being smothered because I'm sure at that point the squeezing and nibbling drought may very well have driven me to the brink of death. Either that or I'll follow in my moms footsteps and have 10 kids, I don't blame her for not being able to stop. And on that note...the kids had a fantabulous day of snowboarding and their mom is just a little bit nutty.
I have taught her well, that girl has got the hand on the hip pose down like it's nobodys business.
Really, I have to laugh when I look at this picture. They look like any old couple riding the lift together, except they're half the size. Like what are they even talking about? "Dahling, when shall we plan our next ski trip to the Swiss Alps?" "I don't know, but why are you sitting so far away from me like I have cooties?"