No surprise, the little Swede must have it in his DNA!  I’ll never forget the first time I saw him look out the window at the fluffy white stuff that turns Colorado into a winter wonderland.  It takes something of great significance to hold the attention of a one year old for more than a few seconds, and snow does that.  Bo was entranced and I don’t see that changing in this lifetime.  This Farmor (grandmother) is already adjusting to the fact that I’m going to spend some of my winter in the snow capped mountains for the foreseeable future.

I have discovered that there are some very redeeming qualities to the Colorado lifestyle.  Most of the neighborhoods are graced with walking trails that meander through snow covered hills.  Everyone here, it seems, owns at least one dog; so every park, trail, and many stores are pet friendly.  Big furry ones are more popular in this chilly state, so my grandpuppy dachshunds are much admired and fawned over.  I did worry about the thin-skinned weiner dogs, but my concerns were unfounded.  They seem to love the stuff as much as Bo:)

Somehow even children’s playgrounds look more impressive covered in the white fluffy stuff.  Everything is log-cabin quaint, even the restrooms:)  The hiking trails are too numerous to count; and Matt, Ika, and Bo are all about the hiking.  They  are settling in well, and as you can see from the pictures, they are all teeth.  This weekend they were off to Breckenridge for a bit of snowboarding and sledding, while the dogs and I are getting our steps in on the neighborhood trail. Bo has learned a new skill, making snow angels.  God is good.