Christmas, continued. So it snowed this Christmas in Colorado, even more at the in-laws' place in Divide near Pike's Peak. Indeed, here is a view of the north side of the famous mountain from right around the corner from their house.
Here are some deer from their front door, a very common experience--along with the occasional mountain lion and bear.
Like I said earlier, we could hardly let the snow opportunity pass for the older boy, who had seen snowmen on the television, but never a real live Frosty. We solved that problem (even if the snow was too fine to make a massive snow monster).
More importantly, his grandfather has perfected the crafting of a sledding track down the side of the driveway.
And despite some initial jitters, I've never seen the boy quite so happy about an outdoor adventure. At one point, he apparently tired of the slow pace of his pack animal (me) in dragging him up the hill on his tube, so he refused the help and went up and down himself...about 30 times...at 9,500 feet. I'd say that was an indication of the fun he was having.
(I know, I'm sucking wind like, well, a fat guy at 9,500 feet who has been dragging kids up a hill. Sorry, but it was so bright I had to look through the eye scope on the digital camera, which put my suck hole right by the mike. Weee!)
Done yet? Hardly.
The older boy's birthday is two days after Christmas, which, he will come to discover, is terrible. But at the time it was just another chance to open more frickin' presents--this time at a Mexican restaurant in Woodland Park that had the heat set so high that an old lady at the table next to us burst into flames. We had Dominic blow her out and make a wish, then he opened more gifts and cut the cake.
(Just so you know, we had yet another birthday party for him last weekend, so he could get more frickin' presents from his friends in Kansas. His mother made him a train cake.
I made him a train table.
And yes, those are train pajamas. I told you.)
Anyway, I decided to pull out the camera for the ride home, just in case anything cool happened.
Nothing exciting: Lockheed welcomed home the troops, the kids watched movies in the backseat.
And then, on the plains, by cows even:
I suppose this picture speaks for itself:
My favorite part was when she thanked him for the ticket. Gotta love her.
(He was very polite.)
The sun set, I took over the driving, and we continued on our way home.
I suppose I could say something to wrap it all up, to emphasize the spirit of the season or the ending of one year and the beginning of another. I could complain about what a pain it all was while making an allusion to how great it all is.
Instead, I'll just let you know that she's pregnant again.
Wonders never cease.
Here's that sunset, taken from a car on the plains, going the speed limit.
(Up next: one more family tale from Christmas, but not about my family or Christmas.)