Saturday, January 9, 2016

Ice, Ice Baby

Cue Vanilla Ice's only hit song..."Ice, Ice Baby".  That's right - it's Plymouth's Ice Festival weekend!  And we couldn't have gotten worse weather lol.  48 degrees and it was more like a Slush Festival.  I have to admit though, despite the melting ice sculptures and muddy walkways, it was so nice to not have to have the kids in snowpants, gloves, etc.


On second thought, given that Evan fell just before this picture was taken in the mud pile behind the melting penguin sculptures, snowpants would have been a blessing.  Thank goodness it wasn't Sean...that kid would have had a meltdown over mud on his pants.  Evan got up and didn't even bother to look at the mess.



Some of our favorites this year were Darth Vader, Mickey Mouse, and this awesome frozen fish tank.  Others were so unrecognizable in their half-melted state, but we appreciate the effort!  We made it halfway through and stopped for our traditional Detroit Donuts!  Yum, yum, yum!!

We weaved our way through the second half the park and circled back around to grab a corn dog for Sean.  The boys might have snuck in a few minutes of dancing to Bruno Mars by the main stage.  Good times!




We made one loop by some of our favorite restaurants/bars on the way back to our car and Scott and I were able to enjoy a few of the sculptures.  Love that there's something for everyone!


Considering it's going on mid-January and we've only had one weekend cold enough to hit the ski slopes, we took advantage of it!  I heard it's going to be a mild winter and it figures...the winter we buy Sean his own ski equipment.  Sean and I headed out to Mt. Brighton last weekend bright and early.  He was booked for a half day group lesson and I had the goal of trying out my skis that I haven't used since middle school to see if I could hold my own.  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I've hung up the snowboard.

Mission accomplished on both ends!  Skiing is so much easier than snowboarding (thank God!) and Sean seemed to really enjoy it this season.  I heard 5 was the magical age...I think they may be on to something here.









A year ago I wouldn't have been able to ski right by him and wave.  He wouldn't be smiling.  He wouldn't ask to go out again sometime soon.  It's amazing what a difference a year can make, both in his ability and his motivation.  We'll be heading up north next weekend for a little getaway with Scott's family and will be hitting the slopes again up at Snow Snake as long as the weather stays cold enough to keep the runs open.  I can't wait to get back out there!  I might even buy a harness to take him down the hills with me instead of another lesson.  But, I kind of want to put Evan out there too...so we'll see!

I'm seeing ski weekends up north in our future just like I did growing up...and it makes me smile.

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