Saturday, January 26, 2013

We are Skiing!

We decided that this would be the year for the skiing.  We asking Luke and he said he was all in.  Number two caught wind and was having no part of being left out.  SO, daddy found the closest kids ski program, we got the kids set up with yearly rentals and off to ski school we went. 
 
Luke took to it right away.  He loved it and did great.  On the third week, he was on the magic carpet, even made it to the "big" magic carpet at the end of the lesson.  Lesson four he was on the bigger practice hill the entire hour and a half.  He really loves it and did great.  Although he lessons are over, we look forward to getting him more practice this season. 
 
As much forward progress as Luke made, Paige was almost going backwards...if you can do that.  The first two lessons she was OK.  She started to go downhill (not literally unfortunately!) toward the end of the third lesson when we looked over and she was laying on the snow sprawled out refusing to take part in anything her instructor was doing.  Going into lesson four, we knew it might be touch and go.  She lasted about 23 minutes before she was toast.  Better luck next year Paige!
 
 
Some pictures from various weeks of the program -
 

 





 
So, what do you do when you ditch out on your ski lesson and have a hour to kill??  Play with Instagram of course -
 






 

Sunday, January 20, 2013

The bloody nail/depressed dog

Marley had a little bit of a tough go of it today.  Daddy decided to clip his toenails because they were getting so long they were starting to curl.  He is actually very good about getting his nails cut.  Daddy got a little clipper-happy and Marley ended up with a bloody nail.  He didn't cry at all.  Marley must have a high tolerance for pain.  I've deduced this based on the number of time I have slammed his head with the dishwasher door and still every time I open the thing his head is right in there. 
 
Marley didn't get upset until we put a sock, a plastic bag and some hockey tape on it to save our carpets from the bloody nail.  Once the bag went on, he was super depressed.  Most dogs would have figured out to bite it off, this bag was not on all that great, but not our Marley.  He just sulked around the house like someone stole his spirit. 
 
Here he is with the Curt Schilling bloody sock...