Our daughter’s latest doodle. Think she’s trying to tell us something?
Juliette didn’t have her nap today, so we knew that she was tired. But it’s pretty uncommon that she’s this tired. In the five minutes between Mom kissing her goodnight and Dad walking up to give her a kiss, she fell asleep right where she was playing.
It’s Fasnacht, and that means it’s time for our winter ski holiday. It’s been more than four years since Mom & Dad went skiing, and living where we do, we figured that it was best if Juliette began to learn to ski early.
So we booked ourselves into a Kinderhotel in Buchau, Austria for a week of skiing, along with a couple of friends and their 2-and-a-half year old daughter.
Sadly, the weather didn’t cooperate and conditions weren’t great – cloudy days with very limited visibility and poor snow coverage, but we did manage to get onto the mountain for three days. The kids stayed behind in the Kinderclub and seemed to have a fantastic week.
The kids did a three-day ski course. Juliette took pretty quickly to skis, but it was her friend Taline that was the real star of the show – from the very first run, she was skiing all the way to the end of the track without falling. In three days, she didn’t fall a single time. I have to admit, I had a little bit of talent-envy as I watched this 2.5 year old Olympian of the future.
The Kinderhotel had everything the kids could want – their own meals, slides, a bouncy castle, a jungle to explore, their very own pool – right down to tiny toddler-sized bathrooms for walking back from the pool.
We did get some snow on the last day, just as we were heading down the mountain. It was just enough to turn a 4-hour car trip into an epic 8.5-hour journey.
Juliette is spending her school holidays at the daycare center, where they run special activities during the holidays. Today was a lot of fun, with a visit to the local boulangerie, where the kids got to make their own bread. Juliette treated us all to a taste at dinner.
As a parent, there’s only one thing worse than hearing your kids crashing around and breaking things. It’s silence. Nothing says “I’m up to no good” than twenty minutes of uninterrupted silence. It usually slips your mind until you think, “I haven’t heard the kids for a while,” and go upstairs to discover they’ve emptied Mom’s make-up box and decorated themselves, the walls, and the floor.
Mom has a bad cold right now and went upstairs to take a nap. Dad was downstairs in his study, catching up on some work. And Juliette was upstairs, playing in the living room. Until all the sudden, Dad realized that he hadn’t heard her playing for quite a while.
A quick search revealed that she was no where to be seen on the ground floor, so Dad checked whether she’d gone up to her bedroom to take a nap. When her bed was empty, Dad panicked slightly (“You had one job,” he imagined Mom chiding him) until he discovered this…