Tubing @ Saddleback Ranch

E woke us up at 6:20, but that was okay because she slept through the night again. Even though it is a schoolnight tonight, I think I am back in my own bed. Don't know how great the sleep will be, however, because I'll probably be anticipating a kick to the back all night if she starts fussing and crying.

She was a trooper today. Went for a hike with Kathleen and the girls on Spring Creek from 11:15 until about 1:15 and then we whisked her off to Bob and Margie's afterward. We drove out to Saddleback because they had a day free of charge for tubing downhill, horseback drawn sleigh rides, and cookies/hot chocolate. All we had to do was bring a gift to donate for Children's Hospital in Denver. Emerald, we found out on our way up, was the youngest kid to ever tube at Saddleback. The guy running the tow line said that his kid (at 9 months had been the youngest to date). Looks like E's got him beat by 3 months and a week which doesn't sound like much until you realize that that is half of her total age! K launched first and screamed the entire way down. Since she was hurdling down the mountain at uncontrollable speed lacking the ability to steer, I was able to take E with me anyway because at that point, there was nothing left to do.

She screeched- most likely not a screech of pleasure- at first. I don't think the snow hitting her in the face on the steep stretch made either of us feel comfortable. But once we mellowed out a little bit and I stopped screaming, she almost enjoyed it. She wasn't even crying when we got to the bottom. Afterwards, we went for a short sleigh ride (she was sleeping), met up with some friends, and K and our peeps went for another ride down the mountain while I held the sleeping baby. She was outdoors, in winter, from 11:15 until 4:15 and handled it quite nicely, for a baby. Good to know that E could handle it, but I probably won't bring her back this season. Just some mellow downhill skiing for us until summer time and the Alpine Slide opens!

The foto is E and I being dragged up the mountainside before sliding uncontrollably down.

Had some wonderful fajitas at Bob and Margie's for dinner.