Six Kicks!

And one day later Z turned six!  It was a good thing because she was getting a little anxious to get some presents of her own after watching baby sister open all  of hers.  

Remember when you could walk home from the bus stop wearing your paper Birthday crown and not be embarrassed?  I can't remember those days.  Either I was never that cool or I am really old.  Probably both.  I love that she is still young like that.

Instead of a friend party all Z wanted to do was go skiing.  Originally she wanted friends to come but it was a week night and I didn't think Seb would want to teach or drag around a bunch of six year olds.  So it was a family ski night.  Z was cracking me up.  Every time we got close to getting off the lift she would get all jumpy excited.  

Someone want to give a me a heads up when my hair looks dumb?  Anyone?

I have never seen a kid more excited to go down the mountain.  Such a little polar bear!  Seb asked her what she liked more the beach or the snow and she chose the snow!  I guess that is good we live in Utah!