
…minus the snow.Mommy, daddy, S, LL and Uncle P (a.k.a. Manny) took us to the mountains this past weekend. The “mountain cabin” has been in the family since our granddad S was a little boy a long long time ago (same time as dinosaurs, right S?) Our mommy also spent a whole lot of time there as a little girl, and told us about her memories of her grandmother Maw Maw telling all the grandchildren stories and playing the organ. We got to see pictures of our great grandparents and all our great aunts and uncles and cousins all over the house. It was soooo fun! We didn’t get to see any snow, but it was really cold and sunny. We went downtown and had lunch and shopped and walked around, but mostly we just played around on the floor at the mountain house and practiced sitting up and saying “dadadadada” and “ma” and giggling, laughing and sucking up all the attention. We love being in the mountains because Lala says we’re on vacation. She says that means we get to do whatever we want. Eat when we want, play when we want and even SLEEP when we want. What a deal! I heard mommy telling daddy she was sleep deprived, or something. What a wimp!