Another week, another blog...

Our weekend was a blast. The weather was raining, it didn't start to snow until Sunday morning so there was actually no skiing at the ski weekend vacation. The kids didn't really venture out, other than to plop in the hot tub now and again, and surprisingly with six families and six toddlers, none of us went crazy! There was one bloody lip, but Sagan, bless his heart, was back up and at it about three minutes after the tumble. There was lots of euchre playing, which warmed my yankee heart. Good food (homelaid eggs, home-bee honey, scrumptious strawberry salad to name a few things), good wine (well beer, in Seth's case), a trail run that kicked what I thought was my in-shape be-hind and above all just good conversation. I'm so grateful for this group of folks in our lives. Myles woke up on Sunday morning saying, "Hattie, Hattie, Hattie." To his chagrin, she was not yet awake. The kids loved eating in pairs in the two seats we brought for them all to share. They ran, they jumped, they played, they cried, they laughed. Good times had by all.

Mylestones: Today Myles walked in my heels across the laundry room (he picked them out of the closet), and I couldn't resist a snapshot. In the photo where he's wearing green, he's singing Itsy Bitsy spider with the motions. Today he started saying "thank-you" and he's learned that please also goes a long way. He has Seth's friendly heart. When we were in the grocery store this week, there was a woman half way up the long aisle and he said, "hi!" When she didn't respond (she couldn't hear him), he shouted louder. She never did figure out he was calling to her, but that's the kind of friendliness he so often displays when we're out and about. He's also become a backseat driver. On the way to the ski house on Friday, Seth got the car stuck in the woods (don't ask), and when we finally got un-stuck, Myles kept repeating, "Papi, car, stuck!" When either of us is going too fast or stops too suddenly we can expect to get an impatient "Mama" or "Papi!" He also loves to tell Juniper "no Boof!" Boof, of course, being his shortened version of her name.

We're really looking forward to the possibility of going to Knoxville this weekend to celebrate my nephew Kaleb's fourth birthday. My sister is in town with Kaleb and Finn, which is always a treat! Kaleb is running a fever and working out some kind of virus bug, however, so whether the plans will fall through remains to be seen. We remembered him in our prayers tonight. Get well Kaleb!