My first ski trip

No, I've never been skiing before. It seems like I am one of the only people I know that hasn't. I'm not great with heights and the idea of those lifts always scared me to death, but today I conquered my fears...well, sort of.

view from the gondola on the way up...

(Evan complained that they didn't go fast enough, but it was plenty fast for me)

 I was still really nervous about it, but as I told Carter, I was going to feel stupid if I had the chance to go skiing in the Pyrenees Mountains and chickened out. So...it wasn't pretty and I'm definitely no natural at it, but I did ski down one tiny little hill...twice. Yes, that was it. Embarrassingly enough, I had more trouble with the stinking lift than I did getting down the hill.

Anyway, Carter and our hosts had a better time skiing and I enjoyed the views and watching the kids romping around in the snow.

 Anna, our hosts little girl.

Pascal and Anna

We all had a good time even though our day was cut a little short when it started to rain for a bit. We had a nice little picnic in their van before we headed home for the day, and all the kids fell asleep on the way home (actually Evan was still asleep in the van for an hour after we got back because we couldn't get her up).

Elliot's booboo...

Carter (to Evan when she runs up): "Are you okay?"

Evan: "yeah.......(long pause and then she remembers) Oh, but Elliot's bleeding"

He was rolling around on Anna's balance bike and fell over and either bit through or bit the outside and inside of his lip pretty good. I was hanging laundry out to dry and heard him cry, and when I turned around, I saw he had a mouth full of blood. He's fine now, but he may end up with a scar to match his sister's.