It's all of a sudden gotten much colder in our neck of the woods this past week. There was even news of a pretty good snow storm on Mt Hood, so we wasted no time this weekend in heading up there to check it out.
We did take Avery up to the mountain a few times last year, but as toddler's memories go, this was a whole new experience for her. At first, she hated it. She hated the thick layer of clothes she had to wear. She hated that she couldn't use her hands effectively with mittens on. She hated that it was cold. And so forth. It took us a while to warm her up to the idea (heh. sympathy chuckle for my pun?), but when she eventually figured out that she could eat the snow, things turned around. The way to this toddler's heart is definitely through her tummy.
After a about an hour of snow eating, snowball stomping, and giggle fits from getting stuck in the snow, Avery was ready to head back home. It was a short trip, but we knew going into it that it would most likely be that way. I feel like that's one of the biggest and most important lessons we have learned with having a toddler - to not have grand (or any) expectations. In our pre-baby days, we wouldn't have even bothered to drive up to the mountain if we didn't get at least a half day of snowboarding in. Nowadays we've decided that if we want to introduce Avery to some of our favorite things, we have to do things drive 2 hours for 1 hour worth of fun. But it really is worth it. Plus, we go a pretty hilarious family photo out of this partiular experience. This one is going on the Christmas card for sure....
I’m Betty and I live in the beautiful pacific northwest. I'm a mommy. Vegetarian. Wife to a meatatarian. Pediatric physical therapist. Outdoor enthusiast. Enjoyer of fitness/healthy living. Even bigger enjoyer wine and chocolate lava cake. And hoping to find some balance between it all.