We had a very condensed visit with Steve when he came to town, but it was still quite fun. Among other things, Aiden truly enjoyed having a new name to say over and over and over and over again. If you want to feel important, fly, drive, or walk on over and listen to Aiden trying to get your attention by repeatedly yelling your name at you. It's a pick-me-up for any day of the week; just don't get offended that he doesn't actually have anything to say to you. Such a funny child.

Steph and Steve and I went up to to Snowbird and played... and ate... and played some more.









We took Aiden on the Tram and I don't think he's ever been happier. Let me just say, it was fun... but a little too much for me when my hands started to go numb from kung-fu-death-gripping Aiden's shirt in one hand and the railing in the other. I wasn't acrophobic before, but I may be now... let me paint a more accurate picture: imagine little feet clambering against the ledge for higher footing and Aiden's hair is blowing in the wind of the OPEN WINDOW while we rode jerkily up the side of the mountain. I don't do well on ski lifts either - nothing where there's a large margin for user error. An open window on a tram seems like you're asking for trouble.












And then, there it was at the top of the mountain, Aiden's dream come true in all it's yellow, rusted splendor. We couldn't figure out how it got up there, but it was sure fun to play on it, or so I gathered.