the G sides

Cooper is my new hero. Okay, he’s always been my hero but my appreciation for him went up about 10 notches this weekend.

First, he’s been sick all weekend. Not strep but something is living in his lungs and makes him sound like Darth Vader.

Second, we went to Breckenridge this weekend and he never complained about it.

Third, we went ice skating with his sisters. Here some pics of that:

My girls loved ice skating. That’s sweet. And fortunately none of them can read at this point in their life so I’m pretty safe in saying this - that has got to be the most ridiculous thing ever. Wobble around on a surface that is harder than concrete on a thin piece of metal…in a circle…for hours. They had these walker things there to help you learn.

I fell hard once and the “Skate Guard” (that’s what they call themselves) told me - “The trick is to not lean to far forward and not lean to far back…keep your balance, push and glide, push and glide…”

To which my natural response was something along the lines of “Please desist talking and quit breathing right now.” I prayed that he had Jesus in his heart because IF I ever got my hands on him, he would meet him…quickly. I know he was trying to help but honestly - “The trick is…to keep your balance.” No kidding, Sherlock?? Did you figure that out on your own or was that after hours of private instruction? Glad to see that college degree working for you…Oh!!! You don’t have one? Go figure.

The second redeeming aspect of ice skating was meeting a kid named Connor or Conrad or something. He followed Camber around helping her up. I was about to go regulate on him when he said that he had been sledding all day at Carter Park. We should go there. More on this later.

After ice skating with Professor Genius we found this hat shop on Main Street.

I actually like this look for Camber. When she gets into high shool and wants to go all crazy on me - I’m going to bust out this picture and see if she’ll do this to her hair. Reminds me of Lazytown.

The next morning (today) we found Carter Park. This is the view from the bottom.

This is the view from the top.

Which leads me to why Cooper is up 10 notches in my book. He took the first run of the day. Here’s the start of that run:

He was flying when he hit the unseen ramp in the middle of the run. He went airborne and I think that’s when the fun stopped for Cooper. He landed ON HIS FACE.

I’m at the top of the hill, Amy is at the bottom. I grab Cayden, we zip down the hill. Amy’s already there with a doctor. Here’s how Cooper cleaned up.

Busted lip, 2 snow burns - one on the cheek, one under the lip. Normally, that’s it, right? Sick, can’t breath, parents taking you to 10,000 feet, ice-skating with the sisters, busted lip, burned cheeks…I mean, mail it in.

Not Coop.

Couple of minutes later - he was at it again, albeit a bit more cautious.

A couple of hours later, Cooper and Cayden are done.

We had to drag Camber off the mountain. Which means that one day she’s probably going to be my skiiing buddy. Another grand weekend in God’s country.