My inspiration for this record of my days:

“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Snow Days

We finally made it up to the cabin, and it was all I hoped and dreamed.


The first couple of days the snow was a little hard and icy.  (There are a few bruises on a few bottoms to prove it!)

But the second night we got lots of fresh, fluffy snow.  It was heavenly!

I’ll let the pictures show you how fun it was.








Eli was so much fun!  I worried that he would be cold and whiny, but he was happy the whole time.  He loved being out in the snow, and he loved being cozy in the cabin.  He climbed in and out of the little plastic chair that was just his size, over and over and over.  And every time, he knelt by the chair, folded his arms, and mumbled a little prayer.  So sweet!







Kami and Sam came up for a few hours and brought some of Sam’s nieces.  Poor Becca was still sick, and stayed inside most of the time.





Good-bye snow!  Until next year!