Island Park February 2010

Every winter we make the trek to Island Park to visit Kevin's parents. This year right before we left Isabelle had a little accident. She was jumping on the couch, which seriously Isabelle? When she had to get staples in her head it was because she was jumping on the couch and cut her head open. This time she was jumping and hit the wall with her eye. Kevin got to her first and her eye brow looked like it had a grape popping out of it! It freaked me out. I called the nurse to see what we should do. After she told me what to do she asked me my child's name. When I told her Isabelle she said, "Oh, we know Isabelle here". Of course you do.


Here she is all tuckered out. The swelling eventually went down and then it started to turn purple.

The girls and I love to sit in the sled while Kevin pulls us with the snowmobile. It's like tubing behind a boat but in the snow. And it's cold, and you wear a lot more clothes.

Looking good Isabelle. The snow sometimes sprays up in your eyes, hence the goggles.

We took the girls on a little snowmobile ride to the river. On our way we went over some hills. I kind of hate hills because I know you can get stuck, so I asked Kevin to take over for me, but he wouldn't, and I got stuck. Really stuck. Kevin freaked and I laughed at him. Which, I know was probably very irritating, but it was kind of funny. Plus Kevin never really gets freaked out too often so when he does it's kind of entertaining. After awhile we got it unstuck and continued on our ride.

After snowmobiling it was time to sled. Jim and Mary have this great hill close to their house. Not too big, but just big enough.

Nice shiner. That's what everyone kept telling her. Then they would look at us like, what's the story? We were like, if you knew her, you'd understand.

We had a great time visiting Jim and Mary in Island Park. It was fun to get out into the snow and have some fun. Sometimes I forget how much fun the snow can be. It was very different from California, but still fun. Thanks Jim and Mary for all your hospitality and for the pigs in a blanket; one of my guilty pleasures.