The good: We have been home and back in the routine for a couple weeks now, and are still thinking happy thoughts about Utah. Taking my kids on vacation is such a gift, and having family to visit in this stunning corner of the world is a lucky thing.
Have you ever been to Park City? You are going to think I'm exaggerating, but everyone is good looking there. Every single person. And they are all exceptionally fit and healthy with a nice sun-kissed glow. You also can't help but admire everyone's clothes and outerwear. I'm walk around, thinking: "I want your jacket, I love your shoes, I want that vest, I love your haircut." It is like walking through a hybrid of Whole Foods and the Title 9 catalog. All of the children look like future Olympians, and I will say it one more time, everyone is good looking. It's so weird.
We joined the good looking people for a second glorious day of skiing, during which the kids totally turned the corner into real skiers. It was amazing to see the difference in the second full day. Skiing WITH my kids is one of the great joys of my life.
|Reed is eating a pretzel, in case you were wondering.|
|my beautiful sister and Skyler on the gondola at the end of our day.|
And Cameron races slalom and giant slalom on the ski team, and gets a podium finish, as if he wasn't cool enough already.
|Cameron, age 13, on the far right.|
|it pays to be a girl in a family full of boys.|
|Olympic fever, as evidenced here.|
Two of my biggest fears as a parent are:
1.) losing a child in a crowded place;
2.) children throwing up on airplanes.
My number one fear, losing a child in a crowded place, was realized on this trip. I was skiing with just Skyler and Reed for part of the afternoon. I had given clear instructions that the kids always needed to be able to see me, and I tried very hard to stay right with them. At one point, I got distracted by helping Skyler when she fell, and I thought Reed was still behind us.
|Reedo cruising along.|
I reluctantly made the decision that we had to ski ahead, deciding it was out of the question to hike up the mountain. We scanned for him on the slopes but did not find him. My heart was pounding. 2 minutes later, we came upon the ski lift at the bottom of that slope, and Reed was standing right there. Our "in case one of us gets lost, but please don't" plan had been to meet up at the next available ski lift.
I grabbed him and squeezed him and kissed him on the mouth. "How did you get past me? How long have you been here?" He reminded me he did exactly as we had planned, and I agreed and praised him. I asked him if he was panicked and he said: "No, but I was getting close, and I was going to ask that ski patrol guy for help finding you." Well, good boy for listening, and disaster averted. And we went up for another run.
When we were all safely together in front of the ski lodge at the end of the day, my nerves were a little fried, I did a David Ortiz move, pointing up to the sky with thanks. I was just so thankful to have the opportunity to expose them to the joy of skiing, and the joy of not dying by falling off a cliff, and the joy of finding your mom when you thought you had lost her.
I guess a good adrenaline rush should be a part of every good vacation?
The second fear, of children throwing up on airplanes, is because I had a horrible experience when Reed was a toddler of having him sick all throughout a 6-hour flight to Utah. It was awful. Fear of kids throwing up on planes has now grown to an irrational source of travel anxiety, especially when I'm the only adult traveling. It is seriously the thing I talk about when I'm going to travel: "Just as long as no one throws up, I can handle anything."
So, both of my children threw up on this trip, both at airports, both minutes before we were boarding a plane. One on the way out, one on the way home. Both involved dramatic running scenes through the airport to get to the bathrooms (we made it) while leaving another child alone attending all of our bags. And both situations left me having to make a calculated decision about whether or not we should actually board the plane. My heart just started beating faster while I wrote that paragraph. And I'm sweating a little again.
No one got sick on the plane, but I am telling you that I was a hot, nervous mess for part of the flights as I sat staring at my kids, anticipated the worst. Because of getting bumped from our original flight, our new return flight was a 14-hour day that involved 3-hour layovers in Phoenix and Washington DC. On our last flight home, both kids were in tears because they were so exhausted.
When we finally landed, it was midnight and they had just passed out.
Skyler opened her eyes enough to walk, but I carried a sleeping Reed off the plane and we all landed in Tim's arms. So good to go away; so wonderful to come home.
I am moving right along on the push-up challenge. I do the workout given to me by my phone every other day. The app that I am using is called "Push Up Trainer" and it looks like this. The first version is free, but after Level 9 you have to buy the app for 99 cents.