Friday night late we arrived back to a slightly snowy Portland, having chalked up a ski trip, a Farkle tournament, a day of flu, a sugar cookie fiesta (my own personal party), a stay in the Danny DeVito room, a yoga class, and a nice sandblasted hike.
I forgot to mention several screechy mid-night awakenings (people who can sleep with their kid in bed - or in the same room - are deaf, I tell you).
Oh - and NO line at the airline ticket counter! AND the baby slept on the plane on the way home. Hallelujah!!!
Here is a photo journal of our Colorado Christmas trip:
Hanging with Dad
Rockin' with Grandmother
Uncle Luke's Downhill Ski Face