Rocky Mountain High

The Monday before Christmas we flew into Colorado. It was my second plane ride and definitely my longest one so far. Mom and Dad were nervous but I did just fine. It is kind of hard to entertain me in such a small space cause I want to stand, crawl and meet everyone on the plane, so Dad walked me around a lot and I made lots of friends up and down the aisles with my charming baby smile.

I dig Nana's house in the mountains. She has all this land covered in white stuff and the best part is that she has TWO fuzzies (aka: dogs). Awesome!

There is one Big Fuzzie named Ebony and one Fuzzie named Scooby who is my size. I did my excited scream at them and they seem pretty scared of me so we spent some time sizing each other up. I think we are going to get along just fine.
I got my big Christmas present a little early so we could use it. It is a flat wooden thingy with a red pad. They said it is a "sled" but as you can tell, I don't quite get it yet. Do I sit in it, do I play on it, do I eat it? Who knows!
Welcome to the Rockies!