Thank you ALL so very, very much for your congratulations and happy comments on my last post! :) They were an absolute DELIGHT to read! Thank you all for sharing in our joy--your excitement made me more excited!
I'm feeling much better now, but those first three weeks of February were a bit rough (hence the lack of blog posts). The one thing I've noticed this time is the sheer
exhaustion I'm feeling. I hit the wall at about 4:00 pm each day and from there on out, I'm good for nothing except laying on the couch under a blankie until it's time to go to bed. I'm learning that if I want to get anything done it has to be in the morning and early afternoon or it's just not going to happen. I'm nearing the end of the first trimester so I'm hopeful that soon some of that magical second trimester energy will kick in. I've also apparently lost my Crafty Mojo--it seems that once the baby moved in, it took a hike--but I'm hoping that will return quickly as well.
This past weekend we celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary by taking a little family getaway to Glenwood Springs, a small town about 3 hours west of Denver in the Rocky Mountains. On Saturday we went skiing at the
local ski resort. While we watched and waited, Maren had her first ski lesson. We were amazed when the instructor took her up on the lift after only practicing for about 20 minutes on the small hill outside the lodge! I guess they figure the kids learn best by doing.

The instructor said that Maren 1) didn't want to stop and 2) wanted "to go FAST!"...not a big surprise there! She's aways been a daredevil. After her lesson we stopped for lunch and then mommy and daddy got suited up as well to ski for the remainder of the day.

Suffice it to say, Maren's first run with us was also her last. Although she'd done great with her lesson, by the time we finally got going after lunch she was very tired and turned into
that kid...the one you see throwing a huge tantrum and carrying on, the one that makes you think "I'm glad that's not my kid!" Just getting from where the lift dropped us over to the start of the hill was a 30-minute ordeal in which Maren was alternately sobbing, throwing herself dramatically into the snow, popping off her left ski, going boneless, and repeatedly expressing her fervent wish to go back to the hotel. Oh man, it was BAD, but there was nothing to do at that point but get down the mountain. I had to snowplow the whole way down with her between my skis, resulting in both my lower back and my knees feeling
like they were
en fuego.From there on out, The Mister and I switched off staying with Maren and taking runs. By the end of the day we were absolutely wiped out (see my earlier note about feeling exhausted) but still glad we went.

Sunday morning we visited Glenwood Springs' namesake, the famous
Hot Springs pool, which has been in use since the 1890s. I remember visiting when I was a child more than 20 years ago and not being terribly impressed with the salty-tasting hot water, neither of which are desirable for a kid unless they're accompanied by a beach to play upon. I'm old enough now that I'd rather be in warm water than cool so I appreciated it much more, especially on a chilly March day!

The big pool is kept between 90-93 degrees and is like stepping into a lukewarm bath. The pool itself is enormous--easily the largest pool I've ever visited and probably one of the largest in the world (it's over two city blocks long!). The therapy pool is kept at 104 degrees and has neat old-school coin-operated chairs that give 5 minutes of bubbles for only a quarter. The warm mineral water felt so good on our joints that were sore from the skiing fiasco the day before. It did seem a bit funny that we were skiing one day and then swimming outdoors fewer than 24 hours later!

It was a fun weekend and I'd encourage my local friends to plan a visit!