Snow

This is ancient history now, but way back two weeks ago, just before the sickness struck, we took the girls up to Butte Meadows, where our friends Rick & Natasha have a cabin.  It was our first snow trip of the season, and Blythe’s first snow experience ever.  In a lot of ways the trip was absolutely miserable for me, but since a little time has passed, now I can write about it without crying and just focus on the fun stuff.  Because even in the worst situations, a little fun can be had.

While Blythe took a nap, Alison and I climbed on top of the roof and made slides with our butts.  The neighbor’s dog, Dingo, and the random dog that hangs around, Bear, thought it looked fun so they joined us.  
                        
See the pure bliss on Alison’s face?  Here are Dingo, Jamie (Alison’s “new friend”), Alison and Bear on the roof.

Alison and I slept together two nights in a row, and the last night Blythe even slept between us once it got so cold in the room it felt like we were sleeping outside.  Ever since, Alison has been asking to “stay overnight” with me.  But not Daddy, because he snores.  Which is why he had to sleep on the couch at the cabin – she refused to let him into bed with us.  Not that the four of us could have fit into a one bed, anyway.  When Blythe fussed and woke Alison about half way through the night, Alison sat up and said, “Mom.  She’s ruining my sleep.”  And then passed out.

Natasha and I made bisquick pancakes for everyone on Sunday morning, using the huge gridle on the cabin stove.  We put chocolate chips in ours!

Here they are, all bundled up and ready for some snowy fun.