Sent: March 30, 2009 11:39 PM
Subject: Twenty!
Unbelievably, this is the twentieth year in a row for the Fick/Nelson family ski vacation. Somehow, this yearly custom has become an annual tradition (to quote The Simpsons), and it’s a week we anxiously anticipate each year. Where else could we be surrounded by loved ones and enjoy fresh mountain air all while risking serious bodily injury?
Our cup overfloweth with photos and videos (the printer-friendly version is particularly overfloweth), but there are still a few non-skiing bullet points to carefully consider first:
- Cate, clearly upset with me: “I’m telling Mom on you!” Uh, oh. I think she means it
- Like Pavlov’s dog, Jack literally jumps from his chair when he hears a package of cookies being opened.
- March 9, 2009: A momentous day for the Nelsongang — one where you get nostalgic and realize the kids are growing up. Jack got his first whoopie cushion.
- This is the kind of junk Cate is learning from bellasara.com: horses wear hats, need sunglasses, and sport wicked tattoos
- March 22, 2009: Cate can snap her fingers. I repeat: snap her fingers
- In a conspiratorial tone of voice, Cate informed me: “This girl at school, her mother ‘has twitter’ with the weatherman.” I thought they’d at least be in junior high before we had to hear about loose twittering. (In a shameless plug, you can follow me on Twitter here)
- One late afternoon while sitting with my laptop on the floor, Cate rested her head on my legs and promptly fell asleep for an hour and a half. Second grade is tough
- On the morning of our wedding anniversary, the kids let us sleep until 9:45 (although there was a minor skirmish at 7:45 AM). It was amazing because A) they’ve never done that before, and B) I haven’t been able to sleep that late in 15 years
- We postponed a romantic anniversary dinner so we could go with some friends to see an 80’s cover band. It was quite a scene — several hundred middle-aged, middle-class suburbanites who looked like they’d been let out of the cage for just one night. The next morning, AJ gave us the best anniversary present when he called at 8:30 and offered to teach our Sunday School class. We needed a little recovery time…
- Two days later, my knee still hurt. Lisa still says someone of my age and “ability” shouldn’t be dancing to Flo Rida
That’s it for now!
Lisa and Greg
