Noah's ski adventure

This year my parents bravely invited Noah to join them on their annual ski trip.  We almost canceled when Noah and Max got sick for the THIRD time this year.  But Noah was so proud and excited to pack his own luggage (including his three stuffed animals) that I decided to let him go, fever and all.

Excited to try on his ski gear...

The trip started off shaky with a few tears from Noah and a few concerned calls from the grandparents. At one point, I was ready to make the 4-hr trek to pick him up. But with lots of continuous doses of advil, bribery, and ice cream, he stayed. And then we started getting texts from my parents like this...

Look at that view!

On the last day he was finally healthy enough to go to ski school.  The big finale (he's the one in the white helmet)... 

Our big boy. Can't wait to join him on the mountain next year!

A beautiful day in SF

Our day quickly deteriorated as Max and Noah both have high fevers. But I've spent the better half of this week with some child in my arms so I'm just glad we even made it out of the house!