Snow scenes

Even a weekend away seems to turn my routine out of whack. Normally, I'm busy but feel I have a balance. If we go out of town, however, there's packing, making sure the kitties will be ok (in this case a friend kitty-sat), making sure we have books, toys, crayons, food for the car, etc. We left on Friday, so that also meant making sure I got urgent work stuff done. Then once back, there's unpacking, a ton of laundry, cleaning the house, getting food back in the fridge, etc. I'm the kind of person who needs to get all straightened out before relaxing. Finally, on Thursday, I feel the house is back in order (well, our awesome cleaning lady came too!)

Anyhow, here are my favorite pics from our weekend in snow. More here.

T has been to Tahoe twice before. This was the first time where she seemed to get that snow was pretty interesting and could be fun. Especially with Fia, we got to play some. Friendly sledding on the road was to T's liking, but one day, Michelle and I took the girls inner tube sledding where you pay to use a carved out prepared course. Even for me, especially with the responsibility of holding onto Tesla so she wouldn't fly off, I was a bit scared. But I knew the course was calculated. There were bumps and small jumps though. I did it twice, and both times Tesla didn't really say much. I asked, "did you like it?" and she mumbled, "yeah..." So we got back into line. At the 3rd try, when I climbed back to the top with her and was being helped to set the tire up for another ride, she suddenly said, "Scaaaaryyyyyy! No! No! No!" Michelle and Fia were already flying down, so T and I made our way off the launch pad area.

I think T was rather terrified both times, but first didn't know what to make of it. 2nd time, she probably didn't realize getting in line meant another trip down the hill so the 2nd time happened without her understanding it was intentional (from her perspective, why on earth would one do that...and twice, no less??) 3rd time, she finally understood that getting onto mama's lap would mean zooooom. No go!

Thereafter, even the plastic sleds we used on the street were a no-no for her. I spooked her, poor thing :(

It's so interesting as T gets older to have her wishes, wants, and dislikes be expressed. Ah, this is what is good or not so good to her!