Patrick came home last night with a ski helmet and goggles for Daniel. Daniel will be taking ski lessons for the first time next week. I admit, I'm a little apprehensive about him starting to ski. #1 - It means he's growing up, which is never easy for Mommy. It seems like we've been counting down the years to when he would ski ever since I found out I was pregnant with him. We would always say, "Winter 2009. He's going on the slopes whether he's ready or not!" Now it's actually arrived. Kind of snuck up on us. #2 - How does one keep track of a tiny four year old on the ski slopes? One who is likely to ski faster than you, which brings me to apprehension #3 - My ski days are going to stink from here on out for a little while because either, he's terrible and we spend the entire day on the slopes trying to get him down the mountain or, he's terrific and really shows Patrick and I up and we head back for lessons ourselves.

In all seriousness, I'm actually excited to be taking this step together as a family. Skiing is such a love for Patrick and me. We believe that in heaven we'll be able to ski at 65 degrees (the snow won't be melting at that temp). I think we are going to create a lot of fun memories in the mountains.

Oh, back to the above picture... I found an old bike helmet in the garage for Caleb, who must do everything his big brother does. Therefore, Daniel wearing a helmet equals Caleb wearing a helmet.