The last gasps of summer

A few weeks ago, we traveled to Breckenridge, CO for a long weekend with Grandma and Grandpa Pauley.  We stayed at a very nice resort and had a great couple of days in the mountains.  It was only two weeks ago but it feels like a lot longer than that!  

 

Reina and a pear, enjoying the pool deck.  She had just woken up from a much needed nap and the water was a little chilly for her.  Much to the delight of the young couple sitting next to us, a second after this picture was snapped, she got up and announced that she was going to go sit in the hot tub.  By herself.  All the way across the pool area.  I told the giggling couple that she hardly needs a parent at this stage.  Right. 

Every time Will jumped into the pool, Reina shouted "Cannon Box!!!"  They both have an unfortunate number of commercials memorized.  Need to work on that. 

This is what happens now when I say 'smile for the camera!'  Ham #1 and his sister America's Next Top 4-yr Old Model.  She's got the attitude for it in spades. 

This chalkboard is in downtown Breckenridge and invites visitors to write their favorite thing about the town - the ski lifts, the shops, the mountain trails and now R  E  I  N A  R  E  I  N  A etc., etc. 

Look, it's Adrenaline Boy and his sister "I'm Not Afraid of Anything" including a rickety old piece of mining equipment from which I shall hang out the front window instead of pretending to drive it.  Where are these children's parents? 

At the ol' mine site, there was also a chute/slide for brave kiddos.  Reina went down once or twice but we practically had to peel Will off of it.  Can't wait to get this kid on some skis.

Not quite ready to give little sister a ride on his shoulders.  Oh well, it's probably for all involved and reduces potential trips to the emergency room.  By the way, it was totally Glenn's idea. 

The trip was a great way to wrap up Summer 2013.  The kids are pretty good travelers these days. Will had been under the weather a few days before we left and he actually had a bloody nose in the car on the way down.  Luckily, Glenn was driving so I panicked (a little) and then found a box of wet wipes to throw Will's way.  We stopped a few miles later and finished getting him cleaned up.  Once we were back on the road, Reina calmly tells me, "Mommy, if I get a bloody nose, please don't go ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhha ahhhh."  Well.