This was Them, last Thursday morning, approximately one minute into our drive up to Killington, Vermont.
This was Me.
Jason's brother has a condo at the ski resort, and it's been over 10 freaking years since we've gone there, much to my ski bum husband's displeasure. But making the drive while pregnant, or with a baby, or with someone still potty training (and we've had at least one of those things going on every winter for the past decade) has always killed any chance at visiting.
This year we had no such excuse, other than my own abject terror.
(This was Me approximately two minutes into the drive, marking the occasion of Noah's very first ARE WE THERE YET?)
The boys watched DVDs the entire way up and trashed the minivan with spilled juice boxes, granola bar wrappers and upended containers of fries. Ike at least took a long nap, while the other two took turns covering the whining shift. Our GPS promised to get us there in 7.5 hours; we arrived well over 12 hours later thanks to five different people's out-of-sync demands of food, caffeine and bathrooms.
(And of course just about every bathroom demand came about 30 seconds after we passed the last rest stop for the next 75 miles.)
(There was some roadside peeing and I will not apologize for it.)
(Them, not me. I remained a picture of grace and dignity while frantically dashing into fast food places where I had zero intention of purchasing anything.)
The next couple days were better.
I didn't get to ski (ha ha ha I make it sound like I wanted to ha ha ha you know I would fall on my ass and break a million bones), but mostly hung out with my awesome sister-in-law while the boys all attended lessons and camps and had a blast.
Seeing how happy it made Jason to share his sport with the boys actually made me reconsider my non-skiing-non-dying stance. He managed to get me to promise to give it another try next year.
It's only fair, since he's always supported my interests in Competitive Wine Drinking While Sitting On Comfortable Couches.
Ike got really into the ski resort town fashion scene.
They all bonded with their cousin, who could be Ezra's long-lost sister.
Noah taught her how to play Minecraft. She fit right in.
I didn't sleep very well, I gained like five pounds and the drive home yesterday was long and boring and aggravating.
I can't wait to go back.