The Magic Number - Happy Birthday Boodah!

It was Boodah's day all day yesterday. Happy Birthday, Paxson Boodah Revel Racecardriver!

What's a birthday without raspberry birthday pancakes and bacon?

A day of lovely, sunny weather appeared just in time to help us celebrate. After last week's rain, the mountains were covered with snow. So... it was time for some birthday snowboarding, of course! (We almost had a birthday meltdown on account of some forgotten 'ki poles, but we managed to overcome it.)

Stoko enjoyed the breakfast portion of the day with his usual gusto. Sometimes I can't help but wonder what he's thinking. "Looks like food. I think I'm supposed to put it somewhere in this facial region. Yes, yes, that's it. Delicious! I think the floor wants some, too. Here, floor. Here, shirt. Okay. Let me out of this chair, I'm done."



Boodah's first self-portrait.


In action on the slopes of Pyramid Pass.

This actually used to be a Navy ski area. It still is, served by one lift:

The Boppa Express High Speed Chair.

Stoko, hanging out back at the ski lodge.

What better way to celebrate the day than with a racecar cake?

The three is a nod to Tallahassee, who always painted a 3 on his car. And to Mister's age, of course.

And of course, there was the trip to Monashka beach. When it's your birthday, you get to wear your swimsuit to the beach. Over your carhartt's. We didn't spend much time actually on the beach, but we did run around in the pooky forest quite a bit. And we got to hang out with Missy and Vega.

Enjoying presents, playing with toys, and talking to Nana and Grampa Bill.

Sally and Glen came over to help Boodah celebrate!

Here's Stokes, modeling Boodah's cool new beanie.

Stokes is in to hats these days.