Annie Overnight

(I’ve had a few requests for an Annie update. Bitte schön.)

Annie had her first friend sleep-over recently. I’m not sure where the girls got it in their heads, but they had been asking to sleep over for some time now. As Chloe thinks a sleep-over involves her brother Julian, her Mom and her Dad sleeping over too, we thought it was best to try Annie at Chloe’s place. Here is what Annie thinks, “Mom, Dad…haven’t you left yet? Don’t let the door hit your a** on the way out.” I’ve decided to take it as a sign of her confidence and general social nature.

Anyway, except for the very early morning that Margriet (Chloe’s mom) had to endure (she was sufficiently warned), all went well. As with all good sleepovers, the girls talked and giggled until way past their bedtime. Margriet eventually got them to sleep by cuddling Chloe in the living room while Annie conked out on the bed. When I went to pick Annie up, she was very happy to see me (she always is) but a bit shocked when I told her it was time to go home. What? I’ve only spent the last 28 hours straight with Chloe! (We had spent the entire day before at the lake together.) How can you even dream of pulling me away???!!!

Here are pics of the girls sleeping peacefully. The little monkeys.

Oh, and they are also wearing each other's nightgowns. Of course.

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In other Annie news…

I think there is a chance Annie will inherit my love of language. Her favourite sentence right now is “I’m already ready.” She thinks it is hilarious and will use it even when only remotely appropriate.

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The teacher’s assistant in Annie’s school is from England and has taught the kids “We All Live in a Yellow Submarine”, which Annie sings pretty much constantly (when she isn’t singing one of the two catchy theme songs from the 2010 World Cup.) Except she pronounces it soobmarine. Have I mentioned that my Canadian daughter is picking up a British accent? Between the UK teacher, friends Emily (Australian) and Chloe (parents are from the Netherlands but their English is quite British-accented), Annie has a hard time keeping her flat Canadian vowels. It’s not “waahtaah” my love, it is “waddur.”

However, the UK vowels are easier to correct than her occasional German accent. After  months of practice, her “th’s” seem to have returned. I was starting to think that she would be the actress in the revised version of this video .

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Annie’s favourite DVD right now is Charlie and Lola. I like it too, as the writers clearly have a lot of experience with 4-year-old girls. Lola’s conversations with her friend, Lotta, could be pulled directly from Annie and Chloe’s chatter. Most days I have to pretend to  be Charlie to Annie’s Lola. We speak in British accents (see above) and re-enact scenes from the episodes. One section is about having a dog. My girl would LOVE to have a puppy. Here is her taking care of my friend Nicole’s wonderful dog, also named Lola.

Unfortunately for my girl, this is as close as she is going to get to a dog while living in this household:

I often think “4 going on 14.” When people say “it goes fast”, they ain’t lyin’.

Settled In

Ah, my new home. It is lovely. Although, as friends have suggested, I would have basically thought a roomy cardboard box that was freshly painted and wasn’t up 72 stairs an improvement.

Our home is in an area called Arzl. It takes me less than 10 minutes to drive downtown or to Annie’s Kindergarten, but it still retains some of its rural charm. (That is what happens when only 15% of the province you live in is habitable…everyone shares.) For example, one way I can describe getting to my house is “pass the overfed cows, take your first left after the sleepy goats, but if you come to the chocolate-brown sheep you’ve gone too far.” In the spring, before the herd was moved higher up the mountain, we awoke to the clang of cowbells. A decent way to wake up, let me tell you.

In the great “enough space?” debate, I’m coming down on the side of “it will definitely do.” We haven’t had guests yet, which I know will be an interesting challenge, but for our family of three we are working it out nicely. The guest bathroom doubles as a laundry room, Annie’s big closet houses our winter coats, the storage under the roof is packed with boxes, and careful purchasing of cupboards and wardrobes and vanity mirrors has provided more than enough space for our daily needs. Every once in a while I’ll buy something, like a new water pitcher, and we’ll look at it questioningly, wondering where to fit it in. But so far we’ve managed to figure it all out.

O.K…except for the office/craft room. It is pure, unadulterated chaos and I have a strong feeling that isn’t going to improve any time soon ever. But hey, what true artists was every known for their tidiness?

The best part by far is the yard. Annie has had more friends come to visit in the two months we have been here than in the 20 months we were at the hotel. The kids jump on the trampoline, mix mud pies in the plastic kitchen and then run upstairs to play in Annie’s weird playroom. (A bizarre combo of a bathroom and a small area under the slant of the eves that Annie adores. Kids just love to wedge themselves, their toys, and all stuffed animals into tight spaces I have noticed.)

We also enjoy our balcony. Markus’ dad bought us a gas grill, (that is a barbecue to you fellow Canadians) and we have been enjoying the fine weather with lots of semi-charred meat shared with friends and family. And although the views aren’t as spectacular as our last apartment, they certainly still show the Austrian Alps nicely.

Annie’s view is the most fun; when lying on her bed, we see only the very peaks of the mountains.

Another plus is that we can walk out behind our house and be right on the mountain paths. There is a hiking trail system that extends to, well, infinity and beyond. You can choose from dozens of paths lasting from thirty minutes to several hours (probably days if you are that way inclined), for a hike that takes you to towering vistas and delicious house-cooked knödel at a mountainside restaurant.

Getting around is also going well with one car. Markus often takes his bike, Annie and I have figured out the bus system, and there is a grocery store just down the street.

All-in-all, life is just fine here at the yellow house. Come on over for a visit sometime and see for yourself.

Reflections on a Quiet Afternoon

In celebration of our move into our new lovely home, Annie’s children’s birthday party was a home event.

Invitations were sent to 11 of Annie’s nearest and dearest friends. The children arrived attended by parents who, except for a couple of helper-parents, were then allowed to go off on errands. Everything was so well-organized and under control.

Children went on the trampoline one or, at most, two at a time while the remaining children happily and quietly participated in alternate activities, patiently waiting their turn.

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This was to ensure that there was no chance for accidents or collision.

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After some fun and friendly games, it was time to open the presents. Each child quietly sat with their present in a well-formed circle. Annie politely opened each gift, admiring the present, acknowledging the gift-giver, and saying a well-rehearsed “thank you.”

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Since this was a party of fairly equal number of boys and girls, no gender-specific games were played, such as fairy princess dancing. And certainly no-one went onto our kind neighbour’s front patio.

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I’m so thrilled that, through careful planning and calm diversion of the children, these beautiful shots were taken of the cake, blowing out the candles, each child individually with Annie and at least one shot of each of the games and activities.

I’m delighted that my calm and quiet little flower had such a sweet birthday.

*Thanks to the unsuspecting parent helpers. Without you, even these few meager photos would not have been taken.

***I’ve decided not to mention the flagrant nudity of a couple of the boys…while jumping on the trampoline. No, let’s not talk about that.

***Oh, and one of the more rambunctious boys (see point above) told his dad that the party was “cool”, so there you go.

A Wedding in Paris

The guests came from many places. From the UK, Austria, Germany, France. From Canada. All descending on Paris in the springtime.

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So much rain pouring down all week. Would it ever stop? The rain stopped. For that one day only.

The Rodin Museum closed their doors to the public, opened their doors to our special gathering. Pictures were taken by The Thinker, thinking about this lovey day no doubt. We gathered on the beautiful lawn, in front of a quiet pond.

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They walked out of the trees together. The bride glowing, happy. More beautiful than I’ve ever seen her. The groom handsome and confident and caring.

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Words were exchanged, heartfelt and tear-inducing. Everyone cheered.

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An amusing transition from the ceremony to the reception. A bride in flip-flops and 20 lovely-dressed people riding the grimy Paris subway. Many, many heads turned and smiles given.

Dinner in the winter garden at a gorgeous hotel. Food to savour, from beginning to end. Introductions and speeches, kisses exchanged on top of chairs and under the table. Much, much laughter.

Congratulations Ryan and Renata. May an entire lifetime of happiness and growth and love be yours.

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The Secret to a Successful Visit

For several months I dreamed of going home to celebrate my mom’s birthday. I was more than ready for a visit to the homeland, and I also thought that this would be a nice acknowledgment of all my mom has done for me over the years.

We only had about two weeks, as I was going to a wedding in Paris at the end of May. Last summer’s visit wasn’t as smooth as I had hoped, and I figured that one of the challenges was trying to pack visits to Winnipeg, three cottages, Victoria and Vancouver into one long trip. Turns out, that was about right.

This trip was so much fun. Both Annie and I had an abundance of time with grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles, and good friends.  The pace was relatively relaxed and except for a tumble off the bed that resulted in an uneventful check up at the hospital and one quiet day (sadly missing a visit with elementary-school friend Karen and her family) everything went well. Mom and Drew volunteered loads of babysitting time, so I was able to see almost all of my friends who still call Winnipeg home. I even took some time to visit my old high-school, St. John’s Ravenscourt, after not setting foot in the place for 24 years. It was really fun and I ran into 4 or 5 teachers from my day. Very nostalgic.

But of course, the most important part of the trip was celebrating Mom’s birthday. Drew, Mom, Annie, Aunt Judy and I went out for a celebratory lunch on the actual birthday, and then Bruce’s family came over on the Sunday for dinner. Mom didn’t want a big party, so we had a lovely, relaxing time with the family.

Happy Birthday Mom! Have a most wonderful year.

Making wishes.
Making wishes.
Annie gets in on the action opening Nana's gifts.
Annie gets in on the action opening Nana's gifts. I love how they choose the same colour outfits to wear!

Throughout the trip Mom had some fun adventures with Annie…

Buying books at McNally Robinson.
Buying books at McNally Robinson.
Touring the hands-on children's museum at The Forks
Touring the hands-on children's museum at The Forks

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Going to the zoo with cousins Paige and Devon
Going to the zoo with cousins Paige and Devon
And, of course, eating ice-cream and that most famous Winnipeg spot, the BDI. As you can see from the clothes, it wasn't that warm...but what has that to do with eating ice-cream?
And, of course, eating ice-cream at that most famous Winnipeg spot, the BDI. As you can see from the clothes, it wasn't that warm...but what has that to do with eating ice-cream?

Grandpa Drew had lots of time with Annie, much to her delight. They had an especially great time digging, both in the garden…

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…and at the playground.

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I was very thankful that my dad and Jocelyn were able to spend some time with us as well. They had just returned from wintering in Phoenix and were off to open up the cottage at Lake of the Woods. But we did manage to connect for a meal and a walk around The Forks.

Annie hamming it up with the grandparents.
Annie hamming it up with the grandparents.

Since we focused on staying in one place, we were able to visit good friends Lori, Shawna and their little one, Matheson, a few times. Annie is great with smaller children and we all enjoyed the time together. Plus the girls are adorable! Must be that red hair.

Matheson and Annie bonding.
Matheson and Annie bonding.
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I love this photo!
Matheson, Shawna and Lori.
Matheson, Shawna and Lori.

By complete luck, my friend Dawn, who I have known since Kindergarten, was in town from Carnduff, Sk with her three kids. We hooked up with her family as well as her sister Tracey and her daughter for a good play in the park and yet another trip to the BDI. I forgot my camera for this one, so will have to fill in the shots later. But Dawn and her children did also come to the Norwood Community Club where we were having a Mother’s Day Pancake breakfast, so we got another chance to see each other.

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Dawn, Annie and Leah
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Seth
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Jordan

Annie also had round one of her birthday. (Round two with the class was on the actual birthday, round three with Austrian family is this week and round four with the friends is next Friday. Needless to say I’m going to figure this out better for next year.) But the party did let Annie and I have another good time with family and friends.

My brother Bruce's family (Sylvia, Bruce, Paige, Devon with Annie and I...and new favourite Dora doll.)
My brother Bruce's family (Sylvia, Bruce, Paige, Devon with Annie and I...and new favourite Dora doll.)
Mom with two of her three children. Now that I'm a mom who loves picking up Annie every day, I realize how strange it must have felt when we all ended up towering over her.
Mom, Bruce and I. Now that I'm a mom who loves picking up Annie every day, I realize how strange it must have felt when we all ended up towering over her.
Annie gets her cheer on with her new pom-poms Sylvia and I found at a discount warehouse. (Where perhaps some scrapbooking supplies were also purchased.)
Annie gets her cheer on with her new pom-poms Sylvia and I found at a discount warehouse. (Where perhaps some scrapbooking supplies were also purchased.)

My wish and goal is to make it to the West Coast before Christmas to visit friends and family there. Here’s hoping for another fantastic Canadian visit.

Back Home to a Big Girl

What a crazy, wonderful, exhausting month! After packing and moving not only the apartment but also an entire 40-year old business at the end of April, Annie and I left Markus with a whole bunch of work and took off across the water to spend two weeks in Winnipeg. It was a great trip and more details will come…with pictures of course. We were home for only a few days, trying to recover from jet lag and unpack more boxes (although Markus had made spectacular progress while we were away.) Then Markus and I jetted off to Paris to celebrate Ryan and Renata’s wedding (also more details forthcoming) while Annie had the time of her life with Opa back in Innsbruck. I arrived back today and am so, so giddy to be in my own lovely (and soon-to-be settled) home.

To add to the interesting times, when I left for Paris Annie was three and when I got back she was four. I was so excited to see Annie I had butterflies the whole subway/plane/train ride home. My girl is four! It is an amazing age. I have such great fun and laughter with her. Markus and Annie picked me up at the train station and after hugs and kisses I heard about the birthday adventures to date. Kindergarten makes a big deal of birthdays with a cake and cards and a present, so all was well in her world. As she said on the car ride home…”Mom, I love being four!”

Family birthday is tomorrow and kids birthday has been pushed back a couple of weeks due to best friend Chloe being out of town. So there will be more stories and pictures to come.

Happy Birthday my beautiful girl. You are very, very loved.

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Blowing out birthday cake in Winnipeg. Annie apparently is going to be partying for weeks!

On Being Crafty

I discovered crafting rather late in life. As I child I hooked a few rugs (does anyone even do that anymore? It seems soooo 70’s), but as I couldn’t draw (and still can’t), other crafts seemed daunting.

In my 20’s my friend showed me how to bead necklaces, and that hooked me. I made jewelry for several years (on and off), until Annie was born. And then after I had taken 3,000 pictures of the girl (really…not an exaggeration), I figured scrapbooking made sense. And I love it! (Well, as those who know me will attest, it is more accurate to say I enjoy scrapbooking but LOVE buying scrapbook supplies. It has something to do with the potential of creating something beautiful, I think.)

And the last couple of years, all those supplies certainly have come in handy! Not many days go by without Annie and I cutting and pasting and coloring. Annie loves my punches that turn paper into fun shapes and of course there is always glitter. Glitter, glitter everywhere! I find it on my skin and clothes and floor and sometimes Markus even gets a bit sparkly after a big hug.

Oddly, and somewhat reminiscent of the 1950’s, scrapbook supplies actually make me feel like a better mom. Annie goes to an English group with 4 other children, and earlier in the year I got mixed up and didn’t realize that it was my turn to organize the class. The organizer usually reads a book and then the children make a craft. We try to have some kind of theme to tie it together. An hour before we were to start, I pulled a snowman book from Annie’s shelf  and then openend my craft drawers to get busy. Forms to cut circles in various sizes, googley eyes, coloured construction paper, coloured felt for the scarf, hole punches (in 3 sizes), and voila! Everyone could make a snowman to go with the theme of the day. I went looking for glue sticks for the kids to use and discovered I had 5 of them. 5? There are only 3 people living here…why do I have 1.66 glue sticks per household resident? Because you never know!! And there you go…what a (seemingly) organized and  never-let-my-child-down Mama I am!

It was a natural transition from scrapbooking to card making. I remember saying to a friend that I didn’t understand why people made cards, as they didn’t last for years like a scrapbook. But then I sent a few and felt great about doing something so personal for  someone I cared about, and of course all the feedback was a good ego boost.

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I’m quite excited to have more space for crafting in my new apartment. With 60+ Christmas cards that need to be made for next year, I’d better get cracking!

Plans

Well, it looks like we finally have a plan. It has been a very stressful, very exhausting couple of months waiting to see what path our life would take. I learned a lot about myself through this process. I consider myself someone not only open to change, but someone who craves and needs it. However, when I am faced with so much instability that I don’t even know what continent I will be living on come the next season, apparently I actually stop being able to function. The lack of blog posts the last few weeks is a good testament to that.

So.

Last Friday Markus signed a contract for a lease on a cafe. It is a Testa Rossa Cafe, a successful franchise here in Austria. The location is good, fairly close to the city center. But more importantly, it is surrounded by provincial government buildings. So the crowd will likely be mostly local…not a bad thing in our estimation. It has 40 seats inside and 4o seats outside the first year. In the second year, once renovations to the square in front are complete, another 60 patio seats will be added.

Markus will continue to look for a hotel to operate, but for now he will focus on making this new business work. Our current hotel shuts down at the end of April. It is sad and frustrating that we were never able to come to an arrangement with the building’s owner, but it is also very much time to move on. We are all excited about that.

At the end of April the three of us will move into our new apartment. It is an area called Arzl, which is about 10 minutes drive from Innsbruck’s city center. We are renting one of two apartments in a bright yellow house, so our apartment is actually on three floors. There is a small office on the entry level, the main floor has the kitchen/living area, our bedroom, the main bathroom and a guest half-bathroom. Upstairs is a big room for Annie with a half-bathroom as well. We will relocate Annie when guests come so they will have a floor to themselves.

The pros are a good-sized balcony and a front yard for Annie to play in. The views are nice, although not as lovely as our current apartment. (I’ll post pictures once we move, of course.) It certainly has the feel of a house more than an apartment, which I really like. It is completely newly renovated, so hopefully fairly easy to keep clean. There is a shed for sports equipment outside, and some storage under the roof on the top floor. A shopping plaza is a 5 minute walk away, and there is a frequent bus line just a few minutes away as well. If we end up going with just one car for a while, it is only one bus to Annie’s kindergarten. I’d like to keep her there as she has such a great circle of friends already. And she loves the teacher, which is also important at this age.

The biggest con is that Annie is on a different floor than us. With a windy staircase. She has never in her life fallen, or even slipped, on the millions of stairs she climbs every day here at the hotel and at Kindergarten. Here’s hoping that trend continues. Our bedroom is small, so we’ll have to store some of our off-season clothes in boxes or in a wardroom in Annie’s room.

I can’t really comment if the house is small or big; my perspective is so mixed-up about that at the moment. It is about 1400 sq. feet (135 sq. meters), so it is big for a European apartment, but less than half the amount of space we had in Canada. No guest room, no real laundry room, no walk-in closet. But I’ve been living without these things (as do pretty much all Europeans) for some time now, so I’m not sure if I’ll even notice anymore. I guess I’ll just have to update you on how I feel about that once we are settled in.

And now the amusing part. When I moved to Europe one of my deal-breakers was that we had to have at least two bathrooms. Now I’m looking at our sort-of 3 bathrooms and thinking, meh, I’d rather have more closet space. Ah, perspective changes so fast.

As for the rest of life, lots of plans for that too. Annie and I are off to Winnipeg for two weeks at the beginning of May to help Mom celebrate her 75th birthday. Then I’m spending three or four nights in Paris when I return, as good friends Ryan and Renate are having their wedding there. In the middle of all of that is Annie’s birthday, of course. Four years old. 4!! 4?? Unbelievable.

I’m quite excited about spending a summer in Austria, although I hear it is HOT. There are lots of lakes and outdoor swimming pools and play areas for Annie and I to hang out in, and we might even travel a bit. Markus will be very busy the next few months (although the cafe will be closed Sundays. Yeah!), so Annie and I will be mostly on our own. I think we’ll also just enjoy hanging out at home and making it our own.

My dream is to spend two or three weeks in Victoria and Vancouver in autumn, but that is going to depend on lots of things. So I’ll just keep hoping it all falls into place.

Big breath, a few moments to give thanks that it is all working out, and now off to pack.

I Guess You Can Never Say Never

So I’ve been having a thought the last few days. And it is something I was sure I would never think. Ever.

O.K. Here goes…

I’m sad winter is over.

A couple of weeks ago I gave Annie’s Kindergarten teacher a memory stick to load up with pictures from the last few months. She gave it back to me late last week and I was delighted to discover that she had put 500 pictures on there, (ah, the magic of digital images) with quite a few of Annie.

Going through their activities…skating, sliding, ski week…made me realized I’ve loved this season. And now that I’m starting to catch the skiing bug, I’m going to miss the snow even more. We might try to squeeze another day or two out of the mountains at higher elevations or get a run in on one of the glaciers, but as the buds start to peak through on the branches there is no denying that winter is done and spring is in the air. And my overriding thought is “darn.” That is enough to make one ask, “Who are you and what have you done with Hillary?”

I’m thankful Annie’s teachers are so shutter happy, as the last day of Annie’s ski week, the day when parents came to watch, was windy and snowy and Annie started crying when she saw me (no idea why, as she loves skiing) so my pictures from that day are less than excellent.

Here are a few of the highlights of Annie’s winter.

Rutschblatten at the park near the Kindergarten:

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Climbing up the hill at the park near the Kindergarten. (Annie is pink and blue)

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Rutschblatten 2010 from Hillary Samson on Vimeo.

Skating:

Annie went skating twice with her class. These are from the first session where I joined in. (Ah, the benefits of being unemployed.) Annie is towards the end of the video. (I probably should have taken the time to edit it, but then this post would never actually be posted. Patrice at the beginning is trying skating for the very first time!)

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Skating 2010 from Hillary Samson on Vimeo.

Ski Week:

Every educational institution in Tirol, from Kindergarten to High School (Gymnasium) has a ski week sometime after Christmas. Last year I was constantly side-stepping gaggles of three and four year olds piled up on the sidewalk waiting for their bus. They looked sooooo cute in their helmets and ski boots! And now this year it was Annie’s turn. She loved skiing (except for the last day.) It is such a fantastic family sport (as long as no one breaks a leg), that I’m really thrilled both she and I are learning to be comfortable on the hills.

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Getting ready
Up, up, up in the gondola
Up, up, up in the gondola
Ready to rock!!
Ready to rock!!
Magic carpet ride. Seriously, how cute are those kids?!!!
Magic carpet ride. Seriously, how cute are those kids?!!!
Learning the "pizza"
Learning the "pizza"
Annie is at the front of this line (at least, I think that is her), but you get the idea.
Annie is at the front of this line (at least, I think that is her), but you get the idea.

[MISSING: Actual pictures of the ski race.] Between needing to console a crying Annie at the start gates and user error of the video camera, pictures were a bust. But hey, life’s like that sometimes. But trust me, she was fantastic! She made it the whole way down the beginner run with her hands on her knees and chin up. And she even did great pizza turns between flags!

Proudly showing off medals and certificates!
Proudly showing off medals and certificates!

So that is it for Winter 2010. I’m sure not nearly as exciting as it was for my B.C. friends and family who were able to experience the Olympics, but it was pretty great here in Innsbruck in its own small way.

Yesterday as I was walking with Annie home from school, jackets flung on our arms, she held my hand and said “I like snow.” Yes, my love. Me too. Next year…more skiing, new adventures (cross-country or ski touring), more ski-jumping competitions to watch, more snow to play in. We can’t wait!