Labor Day

I took the kids and went up to Snowflake for the Labor Day weekend. It was great to get out of the heat, but it was too crowded up there. One day while we were up there we went and rode the ski lift and Sunrise. I want to tell you a little story about my family.
I love crocs for my kids. I think they are ugly, but super convenient in the shoe department. My dad had watched Jayden and Jolie for me for a few a little while one day while my mom and I went to Zumba. He told me after how much he hated her pink crocs. He said they were the worst shoes ever and that they kept falling off. Well really it is her usually kicking them off. She hates to wear shoes. Every time I get in the car she is kicking her shoes off. Annoying!
So while we were riding the ski lift my dad was holding Jolie and she fell asleep and she kicked her shoe off. So my mom yells back at us on the ski lift and tell us they lost one of Jolie's shoes. Well I am instantly kicking myself because I had a thought before hand to just take her shoes off, and I didn't. I learned my lesson. I was annoyed we lost the shoe, but I didn't want to walk back up or down looking for it so in my mind it was gone. Big deal, I'll buy her another pair at Nordstrom Rack(best place for crocs). Well on the way back down we were looking for her shoe, but we never did see it. We did however see a girl totally eat it on her mountain bike and it was pretty sad. I had said that I wanted to see someone wreck, but never did I want to see someone get hurt. Her stellar boyfriend probably broke up with her after that because she couldn't hack it. Anyway, off track. Well we get to the bottom and my parents tell us they are going to go back up and look for the shoe. Well I thought whatever, they aren't going to find it so we (James, Becky, Jolie, and I) stay at the bottom. Then it begins to rain and we wait and wait. Sure enough, my mom comes back down on the lift, without my Dad. They saw the shoe, and he is now walking down the mountain to retrieve it. I feel so bad at this point because it was those blasted shoes that he hated, that now he is really going to hate. Then it begins to rain harder and harder and I finally see my Dad coming down the mountain, with a pink shoe. Bless his sweet heart he was soaked. He is such a sweet man. I love him so much. I told him he didn't have to do that, but he said oh yes he did, my mom made him. I love my mom too. They are just such amazing parents and grandparents. It was a great morning. If you ever have the chance to ride the ski lift in the summer, do it, just don't wear crocs.