We skied at Stratton with a good number of the Simson Family. It was a beautiful day and the conditions were wonderful!


Everyone had fun except Wyatt, and by default, Me. Wyatt spiked a fever Friday night, which broke early Saturday morning (or so I thought). We took him skiing, he was pretty cranky throughout the morning, but he skied. At about 11:15am I finally realized he was not well and I took him in to the lodge. He pasted about for about 3 hours.




Notice how I was able to get all his ski clothes off of him, he didn't even budge. Poor Wyatt. Definitely what we would call down and out!
On a better note, Sayre and Ryan had a WONDERFUL time skiing with the Cousins, Aunts and Uncles, and Grand Parents.
1 comment:
poor, pathetic little sicky poo
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