My mommy came to visit me recently and it was great bonding time. P.S. At what age is it not socially acceptable to call your mom "mommy" anymore? Oh well. I'm the female version of Peter Pan because I just won't grow up! (Bad joke, I know.)
We decided to take advantage of my brother-in-law's free lift tickets and get some spring skiing in. While sometimes it felt like we were actually water skiing, the snow was still pretty good in most places.
On the first run, my mom thought it would be dandy to take me down a really steep, very icy hill. Now this was the first time I've been skiing this year, and I've been going off and on for the past five years. I was terrified to say the least. I just wasn't going to do it.
One thing led to another and I found myself with my skis in one hand and my other hand grasping my mom's poles and lying feet-first belly-down on the slope. My mom's skis were sideways on the slope and she and I slowly inched our way down.
Here's more of a visual: a woman (me) is on her belly with her skis in one hand, holding tight to another woman's poles while that woman (my mom) is hunched over, trying to ski them down the mountain sideways. I kept looking up at my mom and laughing. "Well, this is one way to get down the mountain," she would say and I would say, "Isn't this good mother-daughter bonding time?" My shirt definitely came up and I got snow all down my belly and maybe a little into my pants.
We looked at the time after, and it had taken us 1 HOUR to get down that slope. Haha! Needless to say, I was a lot more fearless on the rest of the runs that day.
^^This picture cracks me up. I'm not a fan of heights (heck, I even hate them), so this is my attempt at a smile while we were on the highest part of the lift, stopped and waiting for it to move again, which is the worst thing for a person like me.
^^I was kind of jealous of Garrett's jeans and t-shit ensemble. With our coats, helmets and other gear on, my mom and I were soaked in sweat.
On Saturday morning, my mom and I went for a beautiful eight-mile run with my friend Arielle. It would have been perfect if not for my lovely cold that had me using my sleeves as the biggest, gooiest kleenex in the world.
Saturday night we cheered my sister on in her fitness competition. She's been training for months to look as toned and muscular as possible, and she didn't disappoint.
It was pretty interesting to see all of the Utah all-stars in one congregated arena, and the posing they had to do was eye-opening to say the least.
^^These pictures make me laugh so hard. It's not like I was going to pose normally in a picture with my sister looking like that! You'll just see how fat I am in comparison. Bri's face in this last picture "What is going on. Why are we doing this?" is the definition of hilarious.
^^But, jokes aside, we do love her.
I loved having my mom here. Sometimes I wish my parents lived closer, but I'm glad for weekends like this that allow for re-connection.