Room service!

Last month we headed out for an adventure. We went to Snowmass, which like all super rich Colorado ski towns, is absolutely gorgeous. The trees were at peak fall color and the hotel we stayed at was slopeside, so it was teeming with things to explore. I don't know what their landscaping budget is, but I can venture to guess that with the money they spend on annuals, you could feed a small country.

D had a conference to attend and the kids and I crashed his party tagged along. It was, I would say, about 80% successful. It was mud season, so the town was not hopping, but it doesn't take a whole lot to please a three year old and if the three year old is happy, chances are everyone else is, too.

The hotel was nice and having two adjoining rooms was clutch. The best part? The mini fridges, but not for the reason you might think.



Go ahead. I'll wait. Yes, that is quite a collection. E is very, very into collections.

We got to ride the shuttle, which next to the mini fridges, was the highlight of the trip as far as E was concerned. And while he rarely leaves my side these days, he went and sat all the way in the back of the bus. All by himself. Every single time.

There was a foos ball table down by the board shop and since everyone was gone, there weren't any pothead hippie skibums (not that we don't LOVE pothead hippie skibums) to fight with over the exclusive use of the table.


We rode the shuttle to a park and to the Snowmass Rec Center. Usually, admission is $10 for kids and $15 for adults, but the lady at the front desk took pity on us (it was cold and rainy that morning) and let us run around the gym for free.

There was also a playground tucked into the back of the hotel where we played and played and played. E taught BP how to go through the tunnel and once she mastered the in and out, she yelled and pulled at him till he got out. Luckily, she allowed him use of the peep hole long enough for me to take a picture.


We also explored the waterfall and the flowers and climbed on the rocks despite the sign clearly telling us not to. E turned BP into a "little princess" and lest I feel left out, he also gave me a flower that he "picked himself."



Then E decided to give himself a beard with my mascara.


We came home in time to attend Belle's wedding, during which BP got a hold of a bag of Jordan almonds and had her first taste a uncut sugar.


All in all, it was a great trip!

p.s. If the pictures are all screwy, I'm really sorry. I've been fighting with it and I don't know how to fix it. If they're ok, then I'm awesome and very technologically savvy.