Whisked Away to Whistler

My how time flies.

Not much has changed in 4 years. Same goofy smiles. Just more gray hairs (Will, not me), and more love.

This year, our anniversary coincided with a trip to Whistler, BC that we'd been planning with a few friends. Not exactly the private getaway we usually do for our anniversary, but we ended up not being short on any one-on-one time. Yay!

We left this little one with Grandma & Grandpa S. for 3 days...

While we headed across the border to...

Will arranged a horse-drawn sleigh ride for us..

The view of Whistler village at night was magical.

I serenaded Will by singing "Dashing through the snow, on a two-horse open sleigh, Bells on bobtail sing, laughing all the way ha-ha-ha-ha...".

A romantic 3 course fondue dinner at the Country Club followed the sleigh ride.

We finally made it to our accomodations...

Where we found our friends, who had all spent the day skiing and were ready for game night.

And let me tell you, there were some:

Even after skiing each day, everyone still stayed up until the wee hours of the morning playing around.

I think everyone was excited to be couples for the weekend instead of parents.

Except we can honestly say, that seeing the cute little 3 year olds waddling around single-file in their ski classes like little penguins made us miss Preston terribly. I wanted to grab one of them and give them a huge snuggly hug. That probably would have been weird though.

On Saturday, Will and I went skiing. It was bitter-sweet.

Sweet because Will got to try out his new Salomon skis, and I finally fit into my ski pants again.

But bitter because my ski boots weren't cooperating and so I had to get rental boots, which ended up being a 1/2 size too small and I didn't notice until after we'd already gotten up on the slopes and it made skiing miserable for me.

I now have two bruised toes and some sore shins. Owwie. But I will say that Will was SO nice to me. He patiently endured my complaints about numb toes and even switched me skis and boots. I actually tested out his new skis more than he did. Sorry Will.

In case you weren't aware, Whistler has a new gondola that I heard is either the highest or longest one in the world.

It's quite the experience. It's more like riding in an airplane than being on a ski lift.

You are seriously majorly high up there. I don't know if you can see from these next two pictures, but look how far down the ground is.

After skiing, we went out to dinner at Milestones Restaurant with Grace and Dan.



And then upon returning back to the condo, Will and Dan watched the national curling championships while Grace and I made a mess in the kitchen.

The great thing about being in Canada, is that you can find candy that you can't find in the U.S.

I've been craving these babies for two years and finally picked up a stash...

Will bought a stash of KinderEggs.

The bad thing about being in Canada is if you happen to do this...

These peeps are absolutely:

We ran out of gas right when we got to Stanley Park in Vancouver on our way on Sunday. Yeah, don't ask. Long story.

Anyway.

If you know Stanley Park, then you know how huge it is. We walked all the way over to the police station inside the park for help, which happened to be the mounted police.

The only human officer we could find (everyone else seemed to be horses), told us while chewing on a sandwich that the only thing he could do for us was to call a tow truck. Gee, thanks. A U.S. policeman would totally have given us a ride to a gas station, waited for us to fill up a gas can, and then given us a ride back to our car.

So that was a fun adventure. We got to see a lot more of downtown Vancouver than we had originally planned on thanks to our hour and 1/2 walk to the gas station and back.

Aside from our gas adventure though, we did get to see some pretty sites on the way home...

Here, this one actually doesn't cut our heads off.

Anyway, we finally made it back to Grandma & Grandpa's house late Sunday night. The little guy was asleep though. But I got to see him bright and early at 5am the next morning. He giggled when he saw me. :)

Apparently, Grandma must be magic. Preston slept through the night two nights in a row. That NEVER happens.

While we were gone, Preston worked really hard on his skills. He is very close to mastering the sitting-to-crawling position.

He gets about this far and stops, although has no fear of edges.

I missed these:

He also can clap now. That is new.

Oh, and at his 9 month appointment last week, the pediatrician said that these two puppies are right under the gumline.

If you click on the photo, you can see how his gums are a little bit lighter in color right there.

Those are his soon-to-be-two-front-teeth.

Preston had some great bonding time with:

I swear he grew during those 3 days though. I've been looking at him all day today thinking that he looks so much older to me.

Anyway, Preston is a...

G&G, thanks for watching him so we could have a fun wedding anniversary.

It's nice to be back at home as a family now though.

4 years down, Eternity to go. :)