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Ya gotta love little boys...
They didn't come wrapped in 80F and sundresses.
This time it was 0C, snow suits and Phat Luvs. Almost as good.
Another couple of plane rides, but I wasn't worried, Harry is a well-travelled young man. For instance, he likes to ask the flight attendants how they day is going (no kidding, I have the wings to prove it! They think he's charming and I get an extra big pour of wine!) He knows to wait for the security people to usher him through and then gives them a high five (but my luggage still gets searched. Too much liquid in there...) And he knows where the kid play area is at SeaTac, so we can sit, check emails, play Words With Friends... you know important stuff.
We always called them "snow ghosts", but Harry saw it differently. To him they were snow aliens and they needed to be bopped. Kapow! I don't think there was one tree under 4 feet tall that still had snow on it by the time we left. And the little twig-trees that push through the snow. Not trees, snow spiders, laying down on their backs having a sleep. Shudder! Could you imagine?!?!
We put Harry in ski lessons one day while we were there. His instructor said he did really well, was skiing down the bunny hill all by himself, having a good time. What I saw was a different story. It involved tears and whining and calling out to me. Sigh... this is why I paid someone else a pretty penny to be the teacher. Needless to say, one lesson. Besides, there was a whole mountain of visitors to protect from snow aliens...
We spent a lot of time tromping through the woods. Crawling actually, so the grown ups didn't sink up to their hips, knocking down snow aliens. Harry spent a lot of time eating the snow, I don't know why... At least it was pristine snow deep in the back 40. While I was waiting for Harry to get every possible blob of snow off the trees and onto the ground, I often built myself some very comfy chairs... If I only had a glass of bubbly.
The snow was good, not great, though I think it's great now... bad timing I guess. So I did get to carve it up with the Phat Luvs. And I got to watch Colin bite it big time, which doesn't happen very often. It was epic. There were people waiting at the bottom of the run (I think to make sure he got back up again and they didn't need to bring Snow Patrol. But we will leave that at that.) But he skied the whole day, even with a bloody gash in his knee (that we were unaware of until thawing out later that day). Hard core.
As I look out the second story office window I can see a myriad of house colors: blues, yellows, green, a few beige... but no grey. Why? Well, who'd want to live in a grey house when it's grey 60-75 % of the time here. Yes... it's pretty grey here in the winter. Grey and wet. To put it mildly.
So I'm leaving. At least for a short time.... Hawaii here I come!
You know, I love Hawaii. It's a pretty short flight (I keep telling myself with a four-year-old in tow),, the temperature is a pleasant 80F all the time, PLumeria grow there and I can wear them in my hair everyday, it's domestic, ergo 1st world ammenities (like potable drinking water), and they have Costco. I know that the last one is lame, but it's nice to go to Costco when you get to the island because the prices there are ridic.
So the first stop was Costco to stock up on pineapples, poi, beer, water, vodka, and other holiday-making staples. And an ice cream for a great traveller!
It took a few days, but we were all sleeping in to the regularly scheduled time of seven and then we were off!
Damn those days went way too fast!
Mahalo, Hawaii!
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