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!
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