Ski Trip to Panorama, BC

First of all, thank you to our cousin Richard who invited us on our very first, hopefully of many to come, ski trips. We flew out to Calgary mid-March and on through to Panorama Mountain Village to join him and his fiancee, among others, to ski the Purcells. It was our first time out west as well, and I most definitely understand why so many who head out that way have stayed. BC, though far more expensive for gas and groceries and such, is gorgeous... and mild! Thankfully, though we had no new powder to ski on, the mountain retained some snow on the runs because driving in through Radium the ground was bone dry.

So neither of us are professional skiiers by any means (though Greg thinks he's a shoe-in for the downhill Olympic team for Portugal after his week on the slopes) but we had a great time. I'd not skiied in years, nor had Greg (though I didn't have to come down off the first chair on all fours, Greg!). By mid-week we'd both made it to the top of the mountain (though chose not to attempt black diamond runs from there; instead we took a run called "Get Me Down"), as well as had "clean" days (no falls) - a long way from our first day stumbling down the green runs. Definitely a long way from the Byron bump I'm used to! Obviously!

And Braylon had a "first" that Isaiah has yet to have - a plane ride. We left big brother Isaiah home to vacation with all of his grandparents (again, thank you). So Braylon had his first one-on-one time with mommy and daddy as well. I must say he's a pretty darn good baby; though fussier than was Isaiah, he's content for the most part. He was actually quite sick during our week in BC - coughing and sneezing like crazy - and maintained a good demeanour regardless. He did a fantastic job of flying out - other passengers noted they'd not even known a baby was on the plane - and had other contenders for noise violations on the plane home as it was packed with kids (Easter weekend).

Anyhow, he must've known I was writing about him, as he woke from his nap... so back to my weekend with the boys!

I Should've Known...

...when I saw the onset of a runny nose, steadily dripping from my son's nose, that today would bring the debut performance of "Mommy, I'm Sick," starring Barking Cough, High Fever, Running Nose and best-of-all Grumpy Child. 24 hours and a few boxes of kleenex later, we're well into the "run" of a strong 'bout with an illness (for which I'm not yet willing to wait all evening in line at the after-hours clinic as I don't think we've quite reached full blown sickness). I must say it's nice to have a little boy so willing to cuddle, and though he woke up cranky at 6 a.m. this morning, he was coaxed back to sleep between us until 10 a.m., so I savoured a first sleep-in (though interrupted with spells of nursing Braylon, who also slept nicely for us) in some time! However, I've also today endured a stubborn child who would have nothing to do with food, even soup to make him feel better.

I hate when my kids are sick - I feel so helpless. And I really don't want to go rushing off to see the doctor when it's really just the common cold, yet I hate to see him suffer. Thankfully his spirits were lifted as his neighbour friends, Olivia and Bella, came to visit in the afternoon and played with him for some time. And he seemed to be a-okay to play (though he's being slightly sucky with daddy right now, which seemed to turn on immediately once his friends went home). I'm sure he'll kick this in a few days, but I just hope Braylon doesn't catch it as we'd like to try to travel with a healthy baby come the weekend!

I Broke Down and Finally...

...cut Isaiah's hair. Gone are his curly locks and fly away wings.

Thankfully hair grows, so I'm hoping it fills in some as it's fairly fine (despite Greg and I both having rather coarse, thick hair). He's still a handsome little man, though!

Braylon has a really nice head of hair already, though his is getting lighter (while Isaiah's has darkened). I imagine I'll have to cut his sooner than was Isaiah's trimmed, but we'll see.