Not much has changed in 4 years. Same goofy smiles. Just more gray hairs (Will, not me), and more love.
We left this little one with Grandma & Grandpa S. for 3 days...
While we headed across the border to...
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...".
We finally made it to our accomodations...
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.
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.
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.
Will bought a stash of KinderEggs.
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.
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.
I missed these:
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.