Milo had a big adventure last weekend, involving planes, cars, skis, sleds, and more. We flew to Minneapolis, where Grandma E and Grandpa P met us at the airport. Then we drove 4 hours north to Delta (future home of Grandma & Grandpa!), where we arrived at our rather cozy lodgings. Milo was a trooper through all that schlepping, and even slept late for us the next morning. When he woke up, he shared a delicious breakfast with Grandma.
Then he lounged by the fire for a while, taking a break from playing with the Blue Ball and the Beach Ball. We were pretty nervous about that fireplace, but Milo declared it "HOT!" and steered well clear of it all weekend.
Later, he helped Dada get his skis ready to wax, and pulled out his own skis, too.
Milo was pretty fascinated by all the ski-waxing activities. In fact, on Saturday, he waxed his own skis. For real! Photographic evidence exists, but is not yet in my possession (hint hint, Aunt Laura!).
Later that day, Milo got to play in the snow a little himself. He did some good skiing, trying to impress the very adorable 16-month-old Lila, who was staying in a neighboring cabin with her parents and grandparents. Milo spent most of the weekend talking about her (when he wasn't talking about basketball hoops or Uncle Doug).
When Dada finished waxing skis and came out to play, things got really fun! There was snow soccer.
And there was lots and lots of sledding down the fast, steep hill.
On Saturday, Mommy, Dada, and Grandpa Peter skied the 23K Kortelopet (none of us did the full Birkebeiner this year, alas). We had a great time, and Milo had a fun morning with Grandma, Aunt Laura, and Uncle Doug. It was so wonderful to see Milo's smiling face as we approached the end of the race. Dada picked him up and carried him over the finish line (a feat for which Mommy was completely lacking the strength at that point)!
That night, we went out for a big, celebratory feast. Milo thought Dada's Korte-finishing medal was impressive.
Milo honored his Wisconsin heritage by eating (and loving) his first fried cheese curds, which he chased down with a rather gory-looking festival of french fries.
Then it was time to begin the long trek back home. Milo entertained himself (and us) during the long car ride by reading the sports section.
Shortly after this video was made, Milo turned into something of a raging hellbeast, a state of toddler-ness that lasted through most of the plane ride. We all survived, and made it home mostly intact.
Milo seems delighted to be home, but he is still talking non-stop about snow, skis, Lila, Doug, and the Delta Dogs, Jake and Misty. I think that means the trip was a success!
these pictures are great! (i especially like the ketchup face one.) you all clearly had an awesome time. also, i'm amazed by milo's grasp of the sports section...that's incredible!
Posted by: chuck | March 03, 2009 at 11:13 AM