"Fire, fire in the mountain..." jams the Grateful Dead, one of Daddy's all-time favorite bands. It's a song that frequents the Quiroz Wolf household. That includes our snow cabin too. Here are the Bear and Daddy showing off their moves.
Daddy teaches the Bear his roller coaster signature move, one that pre-Bryson Daddy has been known to rock at weddings.
Not to be intimidated, the Bear shows off his own moves, this one Mommy names the bowls-on the-feet-move.
With all that dancing, the Bear is dehydrated.
Power jaws can suck through Daddy's camelbak no problem.
More play time pre-bedtime.
The Bear and Daddy try one car and push it back and forth. Then two, "Double," Daddy and the Bear cry as they shove the cars back and forth. Then three, "Triple!" Then never been seen before, they move to, "Quadruple!"
Though the Bear can only say, "Druple!"
From Daddy's vantage in slow motion, "Ready.."
"Quadruple!"
Smooth catch by the Bear.
We wake up this morning to banana pancakes ala Daddy. The Bear grabs his pancake and tells us, "Tortuga."
Daddy asks the Bear, "Where's police car?"
The Bear says,"I don't know."
Daddy asks, "What happened to the candy in the Bear's box?" Mommy says, "I don't know."
We head outside ready to drop the Bear off at daycare before skiing to find... there's an actual fire on the mountain.
In fact, the fire is just two condos down from us.
The Bear and I check out the fumes. Daddy tells us that 36 units burned but luckily no one was injured.
A fireman later stops to say hi to the Bear.
The good news... We are able to get our car out from the brigade of fire trucks. The bad news... The daycare is closed because the water from the fire fighting has run off and damaged a few of the rooms. So that means Daddy and I have to abandon the day of skiing. But not before the Bear spots an ice owl.
Who apparently the Bear is not quite fond of.
Still not interested even after Daddy holds him.
And so we are off - head down, grim faced.
But still looking at the positive in life.
Like rosy cheeks, no warts, and a vomit stream that Mommy smoothly catches after 3 seconds in Daddy's sandwich Tupperware. Yum.
Daddy teaches the Bear his roller coaster signature move, one that pre-Bryson Daddy has been known to rock at weddings.
Not to be intimidated, the Bear shows off his own moves, this one Mommy names the bowls-on the-feet-move.
With all that dancing, the Bear is dehydrated.
Power jaws can suck through Daddy's camelbak no problem.
More play time pre-bedtime.
The Bear and Daddy try one car and push it back and forth. Then two, "Double," Daddy and the Bear cry as they shove the cars back and forth. Then three, "Triple!" Then never been seen before, they move to, "Quadruple!"
Though the Bear can only say, "Druple!"
From Daddy's vantage in slow motion, "Ready.."
"Quadruple!"
Smooth catch by the Bear.
Daddy asks the Bear, "Where's police car?"
The Bear says,"I don't know."
Daddy asks, "What happened to the candy in the Bear's box?" Mommy says, "I don't know."
We head outside ready to drop the Bear off at daycare before skiing to find... there's an actual fire on the mountain.
In fact, the fire is just two condos down from us.
The Bear and I check out the fumes. Daddy tells us that 36 units burned but luckily no one was injured.
A fireman later stops to say hi to the Bear.
The good news... We are able to get our car out from the brigade of fire trucks. The bad news... The daycare is closed because the water from the fire fighting has run off and damaged a few of the rooms. So that means Daddy and I have to abandon the day of skiing. But not before the Bear spots an ice owl.
Who apparently the Bear is not quite fond of.
Still not interested even after Daddy holds him.
And so we are off - head down, grim faced.
But still looking at the positive in life.
Like rosy cheeks, no warts, and a vomit stream that Mommy smoothly catches after 3 seconds in Daddy's sandwich Tupperware. Yum.
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