Why the sky is the limit (and slightly stinky) with Destination ImagiNation

Last weekend, my first grader Hadley competed for the first time in Jefferson County Schools Destination ImagiNation Regional Tournament at Alameda High School.

Not familiar with Destination ImagiNation (DI)? Join the club.

Actually, “club” may not be the correct word for this international organization that caterers to kindergarten through university students. The concept is simple: teach life skills and expand imaginations through team-based creative problem solving.

Last year, our good friend Marshall Haymond’s fifth-grade team took it all the way to the top and placed second at Global Finals in Knoxville, TN. His positive experience motivated me to sign Hadley up when a notice was sent home at the beginning of the school year.

There are many different levels and newbie Haddie became part of the Rising Stars (kindergarten-2nd grade), the only non-competitive branch in DI. Four other classmates joined her after school each week as they formulated a skit based upon an official theme: “Big Bug’s Bad Day.”

The kids did everything themselves: researched the bugs they wanted to be, made their costumes, choreographed the script and memorized lines they made up. Parent-volunteer Lance Antieau was only there to guide, not instruct.

Which, let’s face it, is needed. First graders aren’t exactly known for staying on topic.

Leading up to the tournament, I have never seen Hadley more excited. Keep in mind this is the girl we’ve exposed to a myriad of activities like dance, skiing, swimming, soccer and art classes.

The difference, I believe, was that she ownedthis. She’s an imaginative and spirited kid who, for the first time, didn’t have a grown-up telling her what to do and how to do it. Instead, she spent the better part of the year making magic happen with her teammates on their own terms.

And you know what? They did on the day of the tournament. Haddie was the “big bug” (a monarch butterfly) whose bad day consisted of flying into a tree and breaking her wing. Her teammates’ role (a spider, katydid and stink bugs) was to fix it using their natural resources.

It wasn’t polished but it was informative and charming with first-grade potty humor thrown in for good measure (kind of hard to resist with stink bugs).

The second part of the day was an Instant Challenge that was designed to teach students how to quickly assess problem components and the steps necessary to resolve short-time issues.

For the competitive teams, only the students are allowed in the classroom but for Haddie’s level, parents were allowed to watch. Prior to doing so, each of us was required to raise our hands and make a pledge that we would not reveal the topic so as to give other teams an unfair advantage.

Silence ain’t exactly my virtue and I asked if there was a blogger clause (turns out there wasn’t).

During the Instant Challenge, I was thrilled to watch my take-charge-kinda daughter (read: bossy) work synergistically with her teammates. It was rewarding for me to see her newfound maturity and ability to take something ordinary and make it extraordinary.

The day ended with a rockin’ dance and awards ceremony. As we were driving home, I asked Haddie the best and worst things about her experience. “The best was doing our skit!” she exclaimed. “And the worst thing?” Long pause.

“Probably that we had to perform in a little classroom, not on the stage in front of a lot of people.”

Look out, Broadway.

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It’s a draw

The good news:

For once, Hadley was not ravenous when she returned home from school.

The bad news:

It is because she (and a few boys on the bus) ate the graham crackers and marshmallows off her 100-day project, the World’s Biggest S’more.


You know. The ones cemented on with glue.

Valentine’s Day, Denver-style

This is a big week chez nous with Valentine’s Day, our anniversary and my birthday all crammed into one lil’ ol’ week.

Just call February, Ambruary.

Our day started with heart-shaped pancakes.

And a girl donning her Valentine’s Day outfit from Grandma B.
She’s reenacting a heart, just in case you’re not up on your shapes.

In a move that can only be described as ambitious, I made Valentine’s cookies for all the neighborhood children and we topped off our day with a fancy fondue and Valentine cake dinner, along with handmade love notes and chocolates.

Well, at least I thought it was ambitious until my sister-in-law Jane said her menu consisted of Sambuca shrimp, potato skins, shrimp cocktail, chicken parmigiana, grilled veggies, lobster tails, coconut creme pie and creme brulee.

Note: I only complain about her overachieving gourmand tendencies when I am unable to enjoy her spoils.

But really, the highlight was an anonymous Valentine that Haddie received from one of her classmates. It read:

Be my VP. Jast kidig. And dont get sick on me agen.

Sounds like true love to me.

Park City Mountain Resort’s Alpine Coaster: Slowpokes Need Not Apply

My young children are adrenaline junkies. At least that is the conclusion I’ve come to based upon their addiction to Park City Mountain Resort’s Alpine Coaster.

Or maybe they’re all about scaring the bejeebers out of their mom.

After a full day of skiing, we took two runs down the Alpine Coaster. For my kids, “brake” is a bad word and we are expected to go full-throttle.

For the first run, 6-year-old Hadley went with my husband while my son and I followed. When we reached the bottom, I found my jubilant but disappointed daughter who said they had caught up to the people in front who were riding the brake the whole way.

Gasp! Not the dreaded “b” word!

For our second run, I promised my daughter we’d follow my speedy husband. I even interrogated the parents in front of them to see if we needed to give them a head start at the base. They, too had adrenaline-addicted children and assured us it wouldn’t be a problem.

The problem was the car in front of them that came to a literal standstill on the tracks, causing a potentially disastrous and dangerous situation. The parents in front of us took charge.

“HURRY UP, DON’T STOP!”

The perpetrator was riding with his 7-year-old son and shouted back, “Hey, I’ve got a kid on-board.”

He then turned around to discover he’d caused a traffic jam that consisted of much younger kids and so he sheepishly kicked his car into gear.

Lesson learned: There is a special place in this world for the brake-riders of this world.

And it ain’t in front of us.

You win some, you lose some

Our stake recently experienced some major boundary changes. For those not in the know, each LDS ward is part of a stake (which is usually comprised of about seven different congregations). Members are expected to attend their assigned ward that is based on geography.

We have been in one of the smallest wards in our stake, which poses its own kind of problems when it comes to filling positions (i.e. teachers, leaders, etc). But with the boundary realignment, we are now the third largest. Today was like a joyous reunion as many dear friends now fall within our boundaries.

The children’s Primary classes are divided by age group. Much to her chagrin, all of Hadley’s besties are in the 7-year-old class and she is with the 6-year-olds. We have been in this ward for several years and there has never been another girl her age. She was desperately hoping for a change so I was encouraged when she announced:

“I have some good news and some bad news!”
“Tell me!”
“Well, the good news is Ethan is no longer in our ward.”
“That’s the good news? What’s the bad news?”
“We got a new boy in his place.”

Let It Snow, Let It Snow!

Confession: My absolutely favorite conditions are the day after we’ve had a big dump of snow and the morning dawns bright, glistening and beautiful.

Monday was that day.

My preference is indisputably attributed to my Canadian upbringing. I’m never more homesick than when it snows and I’m unable to go cross-country skiing on my golf course or ice skating on Lake Bonavista with my dad.

I recreated a little cut of home by making my mom’s famous oatmeal-coconut chocolate chip cookies and hot chocolate with fresh whipped cream. As luck would have it, Bode does not have preschool on Mondays and Hadley only had to go to school for a 15-minute reading assessment so we invited our besties Alex and Seanie over for a playdate.

My fun started by shoveling the driveway and sidewalk early that morning. And yes, this is my idea of a fun and enjoyable workout. I’d take fresh, crisp air over a germ-infested, sweaty gym any day.

It’s our tradition every winter to build and tunnel out a snow cave. This was the Hurricane in 2009.


My, what a difference a couple of years makes.


We recruited Sean and Alex to help us build.


And we even constructed a slide on it as well.


It was a much-needed day at play in balmy 25-degree F temps with our beloved friends whom we haven’t seen since before winter break.

Though after spending a few hours with Alex, I started to get worried when she made the suggestion:

“Why don’t we make snow angels face-first instead of on our backs?”

Call me a naysayer but that didn’t sound like one stitch of fun and I figured I’d let her learn that the hard way.

And she did after five seconds of her self-imposed Freezee-to-the-Face.

“OK, NEVER MIND, NEVER MIND!” she screamed as icicles formed on her eyebrows.


She would make a great Canuck.

So it begins (the ski season, that is)

We’re in the throes of ski season and are having a grand ol’ time. Last week, we hit Echo Mountain (details forthcoming), two weeks ago, it was Park City Mountain Resort and in a few weeks we’ll be skiing Telluride followed by Crested Butte Mountain Resort.

My torn meniscus is throbbing just thinking about it all.

When we were at Park City Mountain Resort, we enrolled the kids in their their Signature 3 and 5 ski school classes. Bode was delighted to meet THE “Frosty the Snowman” (he had the name tag to prove it) while Hadley was greeted by a fun-loving instructor:

“Hadley, I am going to be your butler today. Do you know what a butler is?”
She shook her head.
“I will do anything you want and will also bring you hot cocoa.”

He has hereby set the bar too high for all future suitors.

With the children happily in their classes, Jamie and I braced ourselves for the onslaught of holiday skiers but were shocked to practically have the mountain to ourselves for the first two hours.

Around 11 a.m., the lines started picking up but we didn’t care. We had found some great stashes of untracked powder that the resort had received in the last 24 hours and marveled at the unprecedented 84-inch base that early in the season.

For lunch, we had the best burger and nachos on this earth at Legends Bar & Grill (I exaggerate not. Jamie spends the entire year craving these bad boys). We skied a fun runs after that but we knew it was time to call it a day as we stood in the long line at the Silverlode lift. Some funky music was blasting and my husband muttered something to me.

Me: “What did you say? You want to sing the blues?”
Jamie “No, I said ‘I want to see the Boos!” (Our nickname for the children).

I blamed it on the helmet…and blond hair underneath it.

We retrieved two very jubilant children whose instructors had filled out a through progress report for us to track. Bode’s teacher said he had a great attitude and was working on stopping with a wedge (though he excelled at going straight). This was not a surprise.

We did, after all, name him after ski racing legend Bode Miller.

As for Hadley, she learned how to skate ski across flat terrain and mastered linking her wedge turns. She is apparently already plotting her escape from us.

“Mommy, how old do I have to be to ski without you and Daddy?”

And so it begins.

Snow Day!


It’s about time Colorado figured out it is winter.

My Carbon Copy

My mom is not a computer person so she rarely reads my blog. My Dad keeps her apprised of our happenings but evidently my previous post about my spirited, hilarious and head-strong daughter was a must-read because she called me to discuss.

Or rather, she called to gloat.

“HADLEY IS JUST LIKE YOU!!!!”

For a mother, it is called “Payback….”

(Photo: Adventure Girl’s first time snowshoeing at age 3 at Avalanche Ranch. Even then she was smack-talking me).

A force to be reckoned with

Hadley. She is a wonderful, wild girl.

Sometimes I see so much of myself in her that it frightens me. The good (fun), the bad (opinionated) –it’s all condensed in one six-year-old package that I hope will turn out so much better than I ever was.

While she loves dressing up and looking like a girl, she does not like girl things. When I shop for her toys, I go to the boy section for dinosaurs and animals.

But on a recent (and rare) shopping trip to a department store, she was delighted to follow me around trying on clothes. We spent about a half-hour smelling perfumes, after which she signed, “I just love being a girl.”

She should totally write a song about it.

Hadley is a terribly complicated little thing who has loads of friends but is not afraid to tell it like it is, occasionally stepping on toes.

Or knocking people over.

Case in point: recess.

“I usually just like to play with the boys at recess,” she professed to me the other day.
“Why is that?”
“The girls don’t like playing my games. The boys do. They’re fun.”

I knew what game she was talking about. She and Bode LOVE Super Mario and his dinosaur sidekick, Yoshi. Haddie invented a game, Yoshi, where she (or someone else) chases kids around the school grounds trying to tag them whilst yelling “YOSHI HUNGRY!”

Gotta recognize the creativity in that kid.

Problem is she has allegedly recruited so many kids to play that it grew rough and violent. Another confession:

“Our teacher banned our whole class from playing Yoshi.”

I didn’t know whether I should be upset or proud.

We recently introduced the kids to A Christmas Story, my all-time favorite holiday movie. I’ve wanted to watch it since I babysat two of my rambunctious neighborhood boys and they announced they asked Santa for a BB Gun for Christmas.

Here’s for hoping their Santa’s reaction is the same as the one on the movie.

Hadley’s favorite part of the movie was when poor Flick got his tongue stuck on the frozen pole.

“What was it they said to dare him, Mommy?”
“Double-dog dare.”

All night long, she kept quizzing me, trying to commit it to memory.


I pray for the playground kids now that The Hurricane has returned from Christmas break.