Saturday, I had to get the kids ready for their first ski lessons. It's our first time up this season, which meant lugging all of our skis up north. After multiple trips across an icy parking lot carrying skis, poles, helmets and boots to our locker (nothing makes me feel more like a single parent than hauling gear on my own) I was looking forward to a cup of tea and taking in a few runs My son had other ideas, however, so we spent the morning getting him acclimatized to the hill. Did I mention it was raining? No matter, we had a nice day. A bunch of people I know now ski where we do, which makes it more fun. I cannot believe how much has changed since this time last year.
Sunday evening, we had the last of my birthday celebrations with my parents. There was chocolate cake and a little something from Ferragamo.
Now, if only I can summon the willpower to not dig into the leftover cake (naturally, there was no leftover champagne!)