Katie Rose Sees the Snow







We took a last minute ski trip to the French Alps because the snow was really good. Never mind that we had been home less than two weeks from Amsterdam, that Christmas is looming and I have no presents for anyone, and that Katie is only four months old....No, when the snow is good, we go skiing.

It is Katie's first time seeing the snow and she is entranced by it. Except the part where a cold wind blows on her face...

We're staying in a beautiful resort nestled in the mountains at Tignes and Eric and the kids can ski right from our door. Katie and I are holding down the fort in our apartment while the big kids tackle red runs and moguls. They still adore skiing, especially Justin.

We drove here, taking our car through the Chunnel. It is a looong drive, but I think worth driving because packing is so much easier that way. And we could bring all our food, which is especially important now that Eric is dairy and gluten free. But ask me again whether driving is worth it once we've finished the long drive back. :)

In the meanwhile, I'm off to make lentil soup for my hungry skiiers. Also, pardon any typos, I'm typing one-handed and it's slow and laborious...

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  1. Lynn Scarlett18 December 2019 at 14:53

    So glad you are able to do this. Glad the kids love the skiing!

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