Colorado redux

(Note: I've been working on this post for 3 days. We've faced some daunting formatting challenges with all the photos and text. We like to post more often to keep you coming back for more. So don't assume we've lost steam; we've been otherwise laid up. I'm so thankful for Lloyd's computer expertise to untangle this formatting mess.)

Dear reader, I owe my mother a public apology for the libel published against her on this very page. Not only did she email me every picture she took in Vail, she was probably in the act of sending them at the very moment I was defaming her. So without further ado, let's get to it:

Mom, Lauren, June, Phoebe and I took a walk up Lauren and Foster's street on a day that was 32 degrees and unbelievably sunny. This was taken only a short walk up the street from Lauren and Foster's house. It was so warm that we all molted a layer or two. June felt so warm and snuggly all bundled up in her stroller that she got right down to napping. That's my sister Lauren in the picture with me (just in case you've never met my family, even though if you're reading this you have about a 90% or greater chance of being a member of either the Taylor or Abramson clans).

Lloyd's sister Molly and her husband Phil live in Broomfield, CO, near Denver. By terrific coincidence, Molly was working a one-day promotion gig on the base of the mountain on Saturday. On Sunday, she and Phil snowboarded Beaver Creek, then headed to Lauren and Foster's for après-ski. It was great to see them and June had fun playing hiding games and peekaboo with her aunt and uncle. I feel fortunate that it worked out so well for us all to get together.

Lauren and Foster's house is just out of sight on the right. That's Foster in the middle with Phoebe and that's June in the stroller, snoozing peacefully away. As you can see, it's no exaggeration to say that the views out of Lauren and Foster's huge picture windows are nothing short of breathtaking.

Photos from the June-and-Phoebe series don't really need captions. I'll just point out that the pink object June is holding is a cup full of cheerios supplied by my mom. Phoebe knows what side her bread is buttered on.

Out for a snowshoe not far from Lauren and Foster's house, and it's another sparkling bright and staggeringly beautiful day in the mountains. Here, you see the backs of my dad, Lauren, Foster, and Foster's mother retreating up the hill.

Junie exploring the oceans of snow. So much snow! And she liked it, at least part of the time. Pretty cute in a snowsuit, huh? This was her very first experience with that form of precipitation. Next year if we make it out there we might get her on skis for the first time. We'll get her on a sled for sure.