Wedding Pictures

Ok, so the moment you have all been waiting for has finally arrived. Wedding pictures! Here are a few of my favorites.

But my mommy thinks I'm funny

Last Friday through Wednesday we taught lessons at Park City. Last season, Jon got lessons almost every day we taught and I only taught twice all season. This season has turned out to be the opposite. Monday through Wednesday, I was put down in Sig 3. This is the special lessons for the three to five year olds. There are only three kids per class and lessons consist of more indoor play than actual skiing. I have never taught down there and let me just tell you, it was like nursery on steroids. From the moment I walked through the door, there were kids screaming and crying for their mommy. Don't get me wrong, they were super cute, most of them anyways. I taught a little boy who kept burping. He was four and already had learned how to burp on command. I laughed a little the first time, but when he kept doing it, I told him how gross it was. His reply was, "but my mommy thinks I'm funny when I do it at home".

Those three days were the best form of birth control/parenting lessons I have ever received. Like I said, there were some really cute kids. Like the little girl who was almost parallel skiing and only four who told me that she was way faster than me, but I was a little better skier than she was. But working with those kids really made me think about raising my own children.

Jon and I have talked about having well rounded children who aren't shy and are fearless. This experience only helped to confirm this. I hope that when the time comes for my kids to be left with strangers that they will be the ones comforting the crying kids and cracking jokes with the grown ups.
Ok, so this picture has nothing to do with skiing. This is Anika (I think that's how you spell it). She went on the river with us this summer and totally exemplifies a brave, well-rounded child. She spent the week in the freezing cold April rain (and snow) without her mom. She washed her hair in the freezing cold river with me and braved the huge rapids of the early summer like a pro.

Mouse 2

Ok, so we have a mouse problem...as you know. After the last incident, I went to Walmart and bought loads of Decon and mousetraps hoping to get rid of the little buggers. Jon put them strategically around the house so the dog wouldn't get them and since then I had pretty much forgotten about our little house guests. Until last night. I had worked the past five days at Park City, the last three teaching 3-5 year olds. Which, might I add is super fun, but exhausting! I had just gotten home from work and was relaxing on the couch watching the dog running around like a crazy little thing. She stopped her sprinting and growling to sniff a spot on the carpet. I didn't think anything of it and continued watching my movie. Next thing I know, she is playing with a dead mouse!! Throwing it around and trying to burry it in my blanket. Well, I freaked out, yelled at her to let it go and ran her into the kitchen. Once again, Jon was at work in my time of need.
I sat in the kitchen paralyzed with the dog on my lap. I finally mustered up the courage to look around the corner at it secretly hoping that it had magically disappeared. Much to my dismay, it was still just laying on the rug. After five more paralyzing moments and a few phone calls I locked the dog in the bathroom (its the only room with a door in our house) and got the snow shovel off the porch. After two failed attempts, I got my ski pole and prodded the thing in to the shovel, dropped it in the kitchen, picked it up and threw it in the trash can.
It was a very big step for me, considering last time I had sat on the couch for three hours waiting for Jon to come home. I keep thinking that one day I might just pick them up like nothing. But then again, I hope that I don't get so used to mice that that has to happen.

MOUSE!!!

Ok, so we have had mice in the house since I moved in. I guess it goes with living on three acres of land with a field right next door. I am deathly terrified of mice. I don't really know why, but maybe it stems from being a young girl and having mice crawl on me in my sleep at girls camp.

Our first mouse incident occurred shortly after I had moved in. Jon was over one night and heard a plastic package rattling around. He peaked around the corner to see a mouse just staring at him. Since the first incident we have caught many mice. We thought they were gone until a few weeks ago we discovered a ton of poop in the basement. My naive self thought that they might stay contained in the basement until I discovered poop under the counters. I have since seen them run across the kitchen floor into our bedroom.

Some days I forget they are there. I had pretty much forgotten until last night when Jon almost killed one with his shoe. And then today, I was pouring the dog food into a plastic bucket (a cautionary measure to keep the mice out) when to my surprise a dead mouse falls into the bucket with the food. I screamed so loud the neighbors are probably thinking I was murdered. The dog and I ran into the kitchen and now she won't go near her food.

I am now sitting on the couch with my feet up and not able to move. This ridiculous fear has crippled me from doing the housework that I had planned on. My stomach has started to settle and I think that I will be able to maybe go and do the laundry, but there is no way that I am going near the door until Jon gets home to save me from the dead mouse. I know, it's stupid, but I really just can't go near it.

Muddy prints and puppy breath

Ok, so a lot has happened. We went to Idaho for Christmas and Jon got to finally ski Magic Mountain. Many snow sport enthusiasts dream their whole lives about this. I am lucky enough to live only 45 minutes from Magic Mountain, but during Christmas break, this dream came true for Jon . Ok, so I'm joking, but it is a pretty cool place. Magic Mountain lies deep in the South Hills and usually requires 4 wheel drive just to get around the parking lot. My dad's buddy owns it. There is one chair lift powered by a diesel motor. To get from the parking lot to the lift you have to actually cross the main road that leads through the hills. It is where my first memories of skiing with my Mickey Mouse skis are. It is just a down home resort. We all love it, and on a good powder day, the cliffs can be pretty awesome.
We got a puppy for Christmas. We got her the day before we went home and almost gave my mom a heart attack. We should have been a little more considerate. Patagonia, Patti for short, is a weimaraner and keeps us on our toes. She is getting bigger and smarter every day. She is now fully potty trained and we haven't had an accident for a few weeks (knock on wood). Right now she is hiding her bone somewhere to keep it safe, from what? I'm not sure. She has been a great addition to our home with her funny personality. She loves to climb in the bathtub. She hates baths, but loves crawling in as long as there is no water in it. She also loves to run around the three acres of land that we live on. I'm afraid that she is going to be spoiled and hate wherever we move next.
Jon ended up not going to Alaska in January. His shoulder just was not completely healed and he had missed a lot of key training days. He is in the process of reapplying for the August academy. We were sad that he couldn't go in January, but this way he will be able to come to my graduation and we will have one more summer to play before totally growing up.
Well, that's pretty much everything. We have been skiing and boarding as much as possible, but not nearly as much as in seasons past. Its all part of the journey. Oh, Jon did get to go wakeboarding in January. I was going to, but one look at the ice on either side of our narrow passage through the lake and I chickened out.