Some good times

A few weeks ago Colin was really sick for what seemed like forever and my sister Megan did some trade work for some friends where she was able to score the chalet that we grew up going to for a few days. So I packed up the girls for an overnight up north.  They had a blast.  There was a pool, we got to watch everyone ski and the chalet had a pool table, ping pong table and a nice cozy fire.

Rowan 2 and a half months old, all suited up to watch Grampy, Kalie and Megan ski.  It was so nostalgic because I learned to ski at this mountain.  As a family we recalled the shenanigans of the past.

Ski bums and Lily.  Lily kept saying that she was going to ski, her eyes just lit up when she saw them come down the hill.  Next year little girl, next year!

Totally out of place picture.

Attempting to ride on Aunt Megan's skis.

The girls.

The first jump into the pool she had to hold my hands but by about 10 minutes in she was jumping full bore, kicking, paddling.  It was so fun.  Kalie (here) and Megan (in the back) came so we all took turns holding Rowan, jumping with Lily and sitting in the "too hot pool" (hot tube).