This was a snowy week-end. The kids tried cross-country skiing and built four snowmen. Well, Maggie and Anna tried skiing. Peter couldn't because his ski boot fell the the ground next to his ski and he couldn't find it, no matter how hard he looked. Its tough to be seven and a boy. Maggie fell down about every 30 seconds, mostly because she was laughing too hard to keep her skis straight. And she was soaked in 10 minutes, which happens when you go skiing in your jammies.

Folks were skiing all around in front of our apartment. There were ski tracks leading this way and that and lots of dads pulling their children on sleds down to the grocery store. The best thing about the snow, though, is that it just lights up the outdoors. Even in the night, with the white frosting on the houses and cars and ground, things feel brighter and more cheerful.

Unfortunately, we've already lost all of our mittens. And after a long search for contact solution, I found that you can get it at a pharmacy for....$15 US a bottle. Gssgggghlhhhack.