Blake and I went to visit Grammy and Grandpa this past week (Chad had to stay home and bring home the bacon) . We had a great time! Blake was thrilled to go on an airplane, he even turned down a hot cocoa to wait in line to get on the plane. Once we were on the plane we had to wait a few minutes until it was our turn to take off. The plane was completely silent when Blake started singing "Frosty the Snowman" rather loudly. Then we took off, Blake saw the wheels retract..."is the plane broken"? Then the plane tilted a little to one side as we were going up in the air..."we're going down". He was not at all concerned, but I did think of my dear friend Kristy who is terrified to fly - I hope nobody around us had flying issues! When we landed in Montana, Blake was thrilled to see Grammy, it's the only time he let go of his Elmo "zuitcase". We took Blake skiing (when we returned to Seattle Blake bragged to Daddy, "I go skiing, I go fast"), out to dinner, to the athletic club for some swimming. He got to have lots of treats, love and attention which he ate up.

Waiting for our airplane.

Grandpa and Blake on the "treadmill". The "treadmill" in Whitefish is probably 4 or 5 times longer than the one at Snoqualmie. Blake didn't bat an eyelash, he jumped right on and was ready to go.

Grammy and Grandpa helping Blake ski down the hill. He isn't strong enough to stop yet, so they were catching him on his way down.

He took a couple of spills, which he seem to think were pretty funny.

In the lodge after skiing. We kept asking Blake if he was tired or hungry, but he would say he wanted to keep skiing. Finally, we decided to just take him in for lunch where he ate four pieces of pizza!

Grammy, Grandpa and Blake