Happy Birthday Pete!

Pete turned the big 2-9 today. We have been talking since we moved out to California about taking advantage of the close proximity to ski resorts and finally went today. What better way to usher in the last year of his twenties than feeling the burn in your muscles and the pain in your butt?!

We drove up to Mountain High which is about 80 miles east of where we live. It was pretty warm (in the 50s and 60s) and there was no real snow yet, but they had 3 runs and 2 lifts open. We got hot and sweaty out in the sun and fell our fair share on the snow, but we had a blast and cannot wait to go again soon. Hopefully we'll be able to go to Mammoth or Tahoe by the end of the season!







Downtown LA looked particularly pretty on the drive home as we drove straight toward the sunset (although this blurry picture doesn't do it justice at all):



Timmy was lucky enough to spend the whole day with Grandma, but he was very excited when we got home and read a few books to him before his bath.



All in all, a great day! We are so happy to officially be in "holiday season."