|Ready for action: sippy cup and Curious George on a bike lunch box from Zia Cassiope!|
Some winter is happening here in the 801! Just in time for Festivus! The Hubs and I got out last weekend for my first day on skis at Alta. Beaterfest 2014...Actually, it wasn't too bad...I think I may have been the only one skiing at Alta that day to NOT be bummed that they didn't have more open. I was just happy to try to get the feeling of skiing (especially on my new but not so new AT setup). Even in my heel-imprisoned state, I'm psyched for some more turns...Still trying to figure it all out. Please don't tell me how much easier it is than tele skiing. To me, its all gradations of hardness.
On further winter notes, the Hubs and I got out for a fun group ride on Saturday. Of course since we actually got a babysitter and could BOTH ride, the event was sure to be doomed (rewind to the previous weekend when we got a babysitter to ride and it rained, happy ending was we went skiing). In any case, we rolled from our house (9 miles) to the start of the ride. Actually, the Hubs motor paced me to the ride (behind his human engine) since we were off the back getting out of the house and the stressing to make the ride on time. Thank god for the 15 minute rule. This particular ride (the Plan 7 ride) is led by local hardman (and owner of Plan 7 coaching) Dave Harward and usually involves a tour of Utah County. I am completely lost pretty much the whole time but it is a great ride.
In any case, about an hour into the ride, the clouds started creeping in and the temperature started to drop. Uncle Alex (director of my awesome new DNA/K4 team) said to just think positive when I asked if they were possibly, maybe considering turning early as a result of the impending doom. I chose the negative thinking option and headed back north with the Hubs, new teammate Anne (aka the Doc) and another chick racer Margaret...Since the Doc knows the roads out there, we headed west for a bit before heading north towards home (awesome roads!) Shortly after turning off, it started pissing down rain. Happy to be in a smaller group and happy to be heading north (though not realizing how freaking far west we had gone), the Doc and the Hubs hammered us back home, or back to the start of the ride...then the Hubs and I still had 30 minutes to get back home. We made it home freezing and starving, but the *best* part was that Dman had just gone down for his nap. He also had a great morning playing with Miss Lilli (his former teacher at Miss Billie's) and her 2 year old daughter Marilyn.
|Dman's amiga, Marilyn (can you say cutey patootey? Also, I want her hair)|
On Sunday, the storm that started Saturday was in full force so the Hubs got on the Woody Express for first chair up at Alta. He was out the door before Dman even woke up. He had a good time but sounded like the conditions were just ok...and it was stormy times up there.
|Resting between sets|
After the gym, we had a not so successful trip to the grocery store. The good news was that grass fed beef and organic eggs were on sale. The bad news is that there were several of those items in the cart and Dman was obsessed with them and DROVE ME CRAZY. Oh, don't forget the kombucha bottles he wanted to use as cymbals. I had a wrestling match with D in the produce section...After thinking I had secured the most breakable items, I turned for about a half second to get something only to turn back and seem him with his finger stuck THROUGH a package of GD beef. I think I might've said under my breath "why are you being such a little asshole??" as I *tried* to grab the package from him. For the record, "meat hooks" only begins to capture the situation. Homey has a freaking strong grip. At this point I was feeling pretty ragged, but THEN--there was a christmas miracle in the form of pizza samples. Gifts from the Magi. This allowed me to *just* make it through the checkout line without further destruction or devastation. The checkout person also gave Dman a balloon. Better than frankincense and myrrh.
The Woodies brought the Hubs back just before D went down for a nap. And Uncle Woogedy (as D calls him) ran in and got him ALL FIRED UP (that's what he was actually yelling)...But that's what funcles (fun uncles) do. And of course it was awesome to catch up with those guys for a bit.
Oh, and to the title of the blog? Dman is resisting potty training more fervently than Wall Street resists regulatory reform. It is simply unacceptable to him. Our offers to use the potty before bath time are not only rebuffed, but punctuated with an immediate stream of pee mere seconds after being placed in the tub. He is kicking our ass on this one.
Hope everyone is getting jolly this week. We have been loving getting the Christmas cards from our friends. We have them posted at Dman level on the fridge. He really digs the photos and, surprisingly, is able to identify more people than we would've thought. Through our friend's daughter Camille is pointed out as "chameleon" (one of his recent fave books). And he asked why Nicolai was eating his dog (he is hugging the dog in the photo). Props to the people who include pics of their dogs, though, he really digs those!
Hope everyone has a good week with some holiday enjoyment (or avoidance if that's what is more floaty for your boat)!