Mile high.

So, a few weeks ago I went to Denver to be with my peeps. There are not nearly enough redheads in New York, so sometimes I start having withdrawals. Luckily, a visit to the Hill household filled my quota and then some.


Sarah outdid herself cooking delicious meals and fantastic desserts (do you think a frozen key lime pie would mail well?). I outdid myself eating everything in sight. The kids kept me busy with paper dolls, stomp rockets, and quality time on the trampoline. I learned that Dono's favorite question is, "What should we play now, Wor-uh?" Sarah dragged me on a couple of early (for me) morning runs, thinking that between my having just run a half marathon and her being acclimated to the high altitude, we'd be about equal. (She was right.) She also found me a couple of great running tank tops on clearance at Target (which came in handy last night when I went running for the first time since, um, my trip to Denver--I was inspired after watching Run Fat Boy Run over the weekend). We had family over on Sunday and I got to catch up with my cousin Lisa and see her adorable little boy for the first time. My record skyrocketed in Wii Bowling, and I discovered a new favorite Cold Stone Creation (thanks Sarah). Ainsleigh was sick for a lot of the weekend, but still looked cute wearing an ice pack as a hat. Gemma crawled out of her pants, and I still laugh thinking about it. Dono learned how to do a flip on the trampoline:



It was delightful. And at the end of the long weekend, they sent me back to New York with a 100-degree fever. But I guess that's the risk you take when you visit a house that's crammed full of fiery redheads.

More pictures (with a shockingly high kid-to-adult subject ratio) can be found here.