On Saturday Jake and I went skiing. It was the first time in two years. Not for lack of wanting to, but due to last years pregnancy, although I almost had myself convinced I could totally ski at 6 months pregnant, I mean I never fall. And I guess I could have, cuz I didn't fall all Saturday. Not really I know it wouldn't be smart. We went to the Canyons as always. It was wonderful, a little windy and cold, but great to get my ski legs back. Especially since I consider skiing one of only a handful of things I am actually better than my husband at (who is naturally great at everything). Two of the best parts included that I borowed my 17 year old sisters pass and thus attempted to look 17 by borrowing her all white ski suit and brimmed knit hat. I think I pulled it off fairly well, except for of course when I called to check on my child. Second the 4 moose we saw. The first was just trotting through the parking lot, looking very silly. The other three were a mother, baby and other literally sitting in the middle of a run. I was convinced that we would see "Moose attacks skier" on the news when we returned home. I was suprised the resort was not doing anything to move them away from the people. They were incredible. Thanks Mom for taking great care of Kate so we could go, even if you did give her chocolate gelato.
