What a big weekend… a grand weekend… a Mammoth weekend we had to celebrate the little Prince’s two months among us.
We started the weekend with a trip to the grandparents’ house where the Prince spent his first night away from home. His. Very. First. Night.
That would be enough of an adventure for a two month anniversary right?
Well, we weren’t done there.
After spending the next morning playing with the grandparents, and leaving some strategically hidden hand-prints for them to find later, we bundled the prince back into his car seat and headed up the Eastern Sierra to Mammoth Lakes where the little prince got to spend his second night away from home.
That’s above and beyond, right? Surely we’ve asked enough of him. We’ve proven that he is amazing and we’ve given him a great gift by getting to spend two nights away from home and get to see some snow capped mountains. I know you are thinking that’s enough.
But, it wasn’t. Not for our prince.
Sunday morning we took him to the Day Care at Mammoth Mountain Ski Area where he got his first experience at getting cared for by someone other than family. Sure, we were never more than 15 minutes away from him (as most of the mountain was already closed for the season) and we asked them to call us when he woke up from his morning nap (which they did) so we could immediately board down to the facility and play with him. But, still, two nights away from home, and getting left with “strangers.” He was having the biggest adventure of any two month old ever!
We thought he could handle a little bit more.
The queen and I finished the little snowboarding adventure of our own, picked up the prince from Day Care, and whisked him away… up … up …. up … up the gondola we went to The Top of the Sierra, 11,000 feet above sea level, the very top of Mammoth Mountain. The three of us preceded out into the snow where we walked around, him completely bundled and swaddled against the queen, took some pictures, took in the view, and enjoyed the experience.
He didn’t fuss at all.
That night was his third night away from home, and then the next morning we continued his two month old adventure by taking him for a walk around some of the lakes. He was once again bundled and he once again didn’t fuss at all. As befits his royalty he took the whole weekend in his stride. Thank you, JesterDad, may I have another?
“Yes, yes, my son, we can go again.”
So, for his two-month-aversary he got to spend three nights away from home, in two different places, see some lakes, spend some time in day care, spend some time with the grandparents, spend a whole bunch of time in the car, ride a gondola to 11,000 feet, get walked around on some snow… That’s pretty good.
It was an amazing weekend.
What’s on tap for his third month in the life celebration you ask?
A week tent camping in the mountains.
You’re right, the queen and I may be crazy…