Right now I'm looking out at the frozen tundra that is our neighborhood. We had an additional 8" of snow on Saturday to cover the few inches already on the ground. It was a great day for the older boys to go skiing, so hubby took them over to the local ski hill for ski school. They had a great time until 7-y-o's skis were stolen. They put their ski's next to the ski school (where everyone is supposed to leave their skis) while they grabbed their boot bags from inside. When they came back out, C's skis were gone. We asked around and hubby looked everywhere hoping that someone took them by accident and left them somewhere else - no skis. So, we're off to buy him a new pair tomorrow. As for the last pair, I'm happy that he got to use them twice - I guess.
Further suckifying his weekend, C got lost on the way to his classroom at church (older brother thought it would be fun to ditch him). He came running back to our seats crying hysterically. Once I got him to his classroom, he realized he had been looking on the wrong floor. On the way home, he told me that he preferred the kids at the later service because the early kids act "even more wild than me mom."
We spent a couple of hours sledding on the new snow over at the playground on Sunday. The dog kept jumping in and out of the sleds. My "Death Case Scenario" was working overdrive, I was terrified that we were going to run over and break her legs. Also, you would not believe how heavy a three-year-old (G) can be to pull up a hill 20 or so times. G is fearless, he rode every sled down the incredibly steep hill, face-planted in the snow a couple of times, but always came up laughing.
My eating has been far from exemplary this week. Of course, I blame PMS. My motto this week is going to be, "I can eat it on Saturday." Hopefully by Saturday I'll have forgotten what seemed so good in the first place.