And so, we went home. We made the best of a few more days of February vacation at home (bounce houses, roller skating, dinner out, and then the Children's Museum and a hotel with a pool in Portland) before we finally boarded our flight.
Over the course of those days, I also was totally able to turn this travel debacle into a positive turn-of-events. We were reimbursed for the flights. My sister was flexible and was able to just have us come a few days later, and then stay a few days longer than we had planned. And, when we arrived, the snowy days they had in the first part of the week had turned into sunshine and blue skies. So, when we were finally skiing the glorious mountains of Utah, we were basking in the sunshine, looking out at miles and miles of snow-covered mountains, and I was watching my kids ski on these long winding trails that completely redefine skiing for them, we had completely forgotten about our airport debacle.
My kids have had a fabulous visit with their big, cool cousins.
|an early-morning duet from Reed and Grant.|
|rubber-band guns = heaven|
|my sister's house is pretty in every single corner and out every single window.|
|Skyler is drawing by the window.|
|Cameron, on the left, and his golden sunshine smile.|
|The four kids on their own.|
|Top of the world.|
|sisters who ski together.|
|a charming apres ski dinner in the style only my sister can pull together.|
We miss you, Tim. We're coming home soon. xo