Jack and Cate Update -- March, 2010

Sunday, March 7, 2010

This year, Cate was invited to join [Studio B's](http://www.studiob-dallas.com/studio_B_in_Dallas,_Texas/About_Us.html) "Company", and they performed with Woodrow Wilson's *[Variations](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XzfK8oXAhA)* at [Dallas Children's Theater](http://www.dct.org/index.php/about). They'll travel to Houston in July to perform at the Houston Dance Convention.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

This is the first time we'd met Ian Weaver.

He's four.

We're losers.

Monday, March 15, 2010

After only one day of skiing, we felt we had earned a day off at the pool. Vacation apparently agrees with Jack who happily stood still for a photo.

Monday, March 15, 2010

When it comes to getting *all* the kids to stand still for a photo, this is the best we can do. Ian, Sofia, Cate, Jack and Noah -- Sofia's two-year-old sister, Reina, was back in Madison with Kristina. (With Hugo less than three months old, the Lopps didn't make it either this year.)

Monday, March 15, 2010

Who goosed Sofia?

Monday, March 15, 2010

2 1/2 hours in the pool: 1) effects cravings for Wendy's and 2) begets the need for naps.

Monday, March 15, 2010

He may need a nap, but we had to settle for television-induced dormancy.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Even four-year-old Ian (who hung with us for the afternoon) clung desperately to consciousness.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Sunday at [A-Basin](http://www.arapahoebasin.com) had been cold and cloudy, but Tuesday was perfect Spring skiing weather.

Between the goggles and the glasses, it's amazing that Jack can see anything.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Even on a ski vacation in Colorado, some things [never change](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iphone_3gs).

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Look out! She's coming right at me!

Shy, Sofia is not.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Although it's *theoretically* capable of photographing other things, Cate's iPhone currently has 235 photos, and they almost exclusively feature Snickerdoodle. This is actually Lisa's phone, and Cate has graciously photographed Snick hundreds of times using her phone too.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

A girl, an iPhone, and her dog. Just like the stories your grandma used to tell.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Noah and Sofia: suitable for the J Crew Winter clothing catalog.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Noah Weaver: fish face.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Ian, however, has his priorities clearly in order: enjoying a cookie the size of his head.

Also note how Ian rocks the painted fingernails--he's his own man.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

It was Brian and Sofia's last day, so we enjoyed some apres-skiing. Inevitably, Sofia lost her pants.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Walking like crabs at the bottom of a ski hill. Just how else would you celebrate the last day of a ski vacation?!?

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Crabs on a ski hill is one thing, but wagging tongues is quite another. I sternly put my foot down and took this photo.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Years ago, we saved A-Basin only for the warmest weather days. Typically, the clouds roll-in in the middle afternoon ("flat light! flat light!") and it quickly cools. Today, Lisa, Brian and I all sat outside, enjoyed the sun, and got "married" until six o'clock. Perfection.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Meanwhile, the girl suddenly broke out in song. I blame you, *[High School Musical](http://bit.ly/csTuXk).*

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

And then with the dancing.

They're incorrigible.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

I'm not sure about these new-fangled gang signs, but I'm certainly opposed. Damn opposed.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

I've taught Cate a little karate to use against the paparazzi. It seems to be pretty effective.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

After a day of skiing, I don't understand where they find the energy. On the other hand, I have to wear pants.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Brian Fick: wearing pants; nicely married.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

After a little encouragement, Jack joined the festivities for a photo. When the dancing starts in earnest, however, he votes with his feet.

We stayed in Keystone Village for the first time this year, and Jack was the official keeper of the garage/condo key.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

It take real charisma to make a stack of carpets look good. Sofia's got it.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Cate (finally losing the jacket) has got it too.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Sofia's vacation? Closed.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

I toted my camera around the mountain [Wrangler](http://www.arapahoebasin.com/ABasin/image-library/inline-landscape/trail-map-front_orig.jpg) on Wednesday, but I only got a couple of group-shots. I'm lame.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Ian (who's nearly paying attention) is a skiing wunderkind. It was his first time on skis, but he braved the moguls and skied hard all day.

Next year, we'll all be skiing the [East Wall](http://www.flickr.com/photos/mangler/3516554434/). On second thought, maybe not.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

On the Exhibition Lift. After patiently (and repeatedly) listening to the story of how I broke my thumb under this lift, both Jack and Ian can tell it better than me.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

What binds the cousins' close relationship? Cruising together down mountain slopes? Breaking bread together each evening in the condo? An iPod Touch?

I think we have an answer.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Ian. Weaver. All. Boy.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Ian. Noah. Buds.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Jack. Nelson. What's on television?

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Cate rockin' the shamrock.

It's amazing how things have changed so quickly. It doesn't seem that long ago that we were pub crawling our way through Summit County in search of green beer.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Cate with her God-Mother, Heidi.

They're cousins, but they're more like sisters.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

It was the Weaver-boys last day in Colorado, but we eschewed skiing in favor of a return trip to the Rec Center.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Noah and Jack had to swim a full lap of the pool before they were certified for the deep-end. Noah made it count.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Made it...

Thursday, March 18, 2010

...count.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Tired of swimming, Ian eventually changed into his clothes and watched from the pool deck. Tired of sweating, Ian eventually went outside and ate somewhat reasonably clean snow. Tired of the knocking, we eventually let him in.

In our defense, it was a *warm* Spring day--the van said it was 56 degrees when we left the pool a little after noon.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

While less hearty individuals took post-swimming naps, Cate and I explored Keystone Village including a hike to the base of the mountain. Just a [few steps from a footbridge](http://bit.ly/9u3jyj), we stopped to survey this thawing stream.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

They may look like identical shots, but Cate was walking along the edge of the stream carefully searching for wildlife.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Indulge a father. Sometimes I just can't pick my favorite shot.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

About five inches of snow awaited us in Dallas. It snowed incessantly from the Kansas/Oklahoma border until we got home. Ironcally, we hadn't seen an inch of new snow in Colorado.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Axiom: snow is more beautiful when your house has heat and power.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

If someone had bothered to put away Jack's bike, we wouldn't have this wonderful photograph. Thank you, lazy irresponsibility!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

We had to take these photos quickly. Almost all the snow was gone by later in the afternoon.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Just six days later, it was warm enough to make raking a hot-and-sweaty job. Luckily, someone got to enjoy the fruits (ha!) of my labor.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Jack can turn the most mundane activity into a potential trip to the emergency room.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

He not only sticks the landing, he doesn't mess up the leaf-pile (much). Impressive. Most impressive.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Jack rocks the swing while Cole rocks... Wait a minute! Stop rocking that rake! There will be no rake-rocking in my yard!