A Little Chaos

Back from the powder

Sitting (again) in Midway Airport, my home away from home. It should be condemned but that's just a small gripe for not having anyplace comfortable to sit.

Just wrapped a great week skiing at Park City. We skied two days at The Canyons and two at Deer Valley. The Sundance Film Festival was going on, making it the absolute perfect week to ski. There were 40,000 people in town, and not one of them, apparently, skied. The mountains were almost spooky empty. We skied untouched corduroy runs all the way to the end of the day. There were 15 empty chairs between skiers on the lifts. It was pure heaven, and fantastic snow. A couple celebrity sightings...the only A list person was Dennis Quaid in the cafeteria at Deer Valley.

We stayed with my Uncle Bob and Anne, who were the world's best hosts. They skied two days with us, then were gracious enough to play shuttle and cook gourmet meals. What a great stay. My mom came in for the last two days, so was a bit of a family reunion. I don't have all my photos downloaded, but here are a couple, including Dad and Uncle Bob on Guitar Hero which is about as addictive as crack.

 

Next year I think it's time to bring Riley, if he's up for it. Every little kid I saw on the slopes made me wish he was with us.

Say what?

Riley is catching onto the Borsch vernacular quite nicely. I walked downstairs over the weekend to find him playing the Wii. As he does this he plays color commentator to everything happening on the screen, a trick he learned from watching videos of Wii games on youtube (I love when we get promos in the mail to "teach your kids how to use the computer!").

I see him about to lose on the game he's playing, which is followed by a fairly casual, "Ah crap, we're screwed."

Hmm.

I explain to him that it's not a very polite thing to say. He humors me with an "ok" and as I turn away and he starts playing again, he says, "Oh, hell. I have to start over."

Oy.

Kylen just had his four year checkup. He was a prince through the whole thing, including the shot. The doctor described a series of things he should know by now.

Address? no. Telephone number? Uh, no. Last name? Well sure (duh!).

Later, in the car, I said, "Ky, what's your last name?"

"I'm Kylen."

We tried again. Same response. "Ky, your full name is Kylen Borsch."

"I'm not Borsch! I'm Kylen!"

I can see we've let slide with the details with this one.

Bathtime

After months of avoiding baths like the plague (in favor of a quick shower), both boys are suddenly all about the bubbles. Add a bit of food coloring to blue things up and they're in pruney-finger heaven.

In a positive twist, both boys are getting along better. Tonight, Kylen asked Traci to take off his shoes, socks, and of course, pants (those two like to be pantless). Riley offered to help, and made a big show of how much Kylen's feet smelled. Kylen loved it. So did I. 

Riley's addicted to Mario Party 8 for the Wii, and keeps roping Traci into playing. His competitive nature hasn't diminished a bit, though, and he's pretty likely to have a fit if he loses. But at the same time, you see him struggling to maintain his composure, which can only be a good sign.