Ally loved the snow. She made a Princess Leah snowman (not a bear or Koala) with her cousin.
She loved the snowmobiling. I took her out once and told her that she could try to drive. Well, she slammed on the gas and I about fell off of the back. After that, her Dad did the drive training and she did a pretty good job.
One time she got stuck in the snow and she called to my niece Karen who was cross-country skiing and at the top of a very tree-filled hill. She yelled for help, but Karen had no way to get down until Ally yelled, "Karen, you're my only hope!" If you haven't seen Star Wars, this will not be funny. As soon as Karen heard Ally's desperate pleas, she got off of her skiis and trudged down the hill to save her. What a character that Ally is.
Taylor had a great time. She loved all of the cousins to play with. She actually liked the snowmobiles. I was a little unsure the first time around, but she begged to ride again afterwards. There is a tubing hill just by the house and we took Taylor and Bailey down the hill. At the end, Taylor said, "I yike dat." She liked that.
One night Taylor decided that it was time to wake up at 4:30 a.m. I tried singing to her, drinks of water, explaining kindly that it was time to sleep, explaining not so kindly that she better go to sleep, but nothing seemed to work. Finally, Brent got her out of bed and took her out of the room. He showed her the dark cabin and said it was time for bed. Well, Taylor saw that and she ran back to her bed. I could hear her in her bed, "it's dark, I go to sleep." I guess you can reason with a two-year-old.
Bailey had a wonderful time at the cabin. She did not care for the snowmobiles, and could handle the tube run. What she loved was the luggage. All of those bags to root through. She was always coming downstairs with some new find: cords, shirts, makeup. It was one-year-old heaven. She also loved trying on the endless pairs of boots by the door. Any time someone would go out, Bailey would run over and try to put on some boot so that she could join in the fun.
We went home on the 23rd of March (Monday) and enjoyed making our way through 1 1/2 foot ruts in the road. Not kidding, they were huge. Yeah for the burb.
