Perhaps it is because I am tired and pregnant. Perhaps it is because we weren't in Tahoe for very long last weekend. Or perhaps (and I think this is the real reason) it is because Ryan had not one but TWO raging ear infections for the entire weekend, while in Tahoe, that were undiagnosed at the time and which made him miserable -- very hard to sleep and therefore it was hard for mom and dad to sleep, he didn't want to play in the snow or do much of anything really, and his capacity to whine grew by about a million. Anyway, whatever the reason may be, I took absolutely zero pictures of our weekend in Tahoe. Sad to say.
Here is the one token shot that Cristen got from her phone at the top of the Summit Six chair at Alpine Meadows (yes, I skied on Saturday, while pregnant...shhh, don't tell)
We spent the weekend up there with my parents who stayed home with sick, whiny Ryan on Saturday so we could ski, Cristen, our good friend Stoo who flew up from San Diego, and Cristen's brother and a few of his friends who flew out from the East Coast. Luckily the snow held up, and we got in a good day on the slopes. No injuries, no trauma from any of us. The weekend was a birthday celebration for myself, Cristen, and Stoo, as our birthdays are all one week apart.
All in all, it was a fun weekend for most of us. A bit exhausting for some. And one guilty guilty mom who took her son to the doctor on Monday morning because he just wasn't acting right...to find out he had 2 ear infections (most likely linked to his pink eye that he had 2 weeks ago! Argh!). Antibiotics are a miraculous thing, and about a day later Ryan was back to his normal self, aside from a pesky cough that just won't go away. And for the kid who has hated to take medicine from day one, this guy is
loving his "milk medicine" as he calls it. It looks like milk, and he gets to "drink it all" from a little measuring cup. Thank goodness, because I don't think I could have handled 10 more days of the eye drop experience.
We did manage to force Ry out into the snow for a brief period, when we got home from skiing my parents were itching with cabin fever. So Eddy and I powered through our fatigue, forced Ryan into his snow jacket and boots, and forced him down the sled with us in the backyard a few times. He cried in the beginning, and again we felt somewhat guilty making him do it, but by the time we went back inside and were taking off his snow clothes he declared "That was fun guys!". Really Ry? You could've fooled us.