In Which We Wear Hats, Boots, Skis, and Skates

The Composer always wears his serious boots for these big winter trips. It's how he manages to haul all of us, and all our suitcases, over the snowy roads and through all the airports and up into the mountains in a strange car. Do not get in front of these boots.


Because he is excited about being right here: at the top of a ski run. That's okay, you go on without me. Daisy and I will stay at the bottom of the mountain and tube down this little hill. All morning.


Oh, ice skating! First time for the girls. I insisted that they stay far away from me if even one of us was moving. The winter sports are all about the controlled fall, I realized this year.




You will often find Daisy thinking about cocoa. Cocoa came after ice skating.


Snowy fun, but we missed the boys--Felix especially loves to ski, but they couldn't get away from school this year. We've spent the last couple of years adjusting to the fact that we have to plan fun even though we can't all be together for everything.


The big girls are together these days. Love their coordinated berets--my mother knit those out of cotton, and they made stylish travel gear.


Mmm. She's cute on a plane.

So good to be back!