Wasn't That A Party?

March Break is over for another year. What fun we had with the grandkids!
From Saturday until Tuesday, there were 10 of us for every meal. Nothing by pioneer standards of course, but a lot for this Grandma. Tuesday, some went home, leaving us with 2 Grandkids for the rest of the week.

Here they are, wearing their hats, in the hot tub on the Saturday of the big snow storm. See those snow flakes? It was snowing too hard to not have a hat on. 'Toques & Towels' for the hot tub. The kids like to gather up snow balls from the railing and put them down the front of their bathing suits. Then they squeal with delight, of course.

About 2 days later it was so warm, we had a picnic at the ski hills. Some of us even had our coats off, as you can see.

A great week.

Is there anything more wonderful than having a 7 year old crawl into bed with you in the morning? James did that every morning of his vacation. The first morning he told me a story
about getting caught in a mouse trap. He apparently spied a mouse trap at the babysitter's house, all set up with cheese. He didn't know what the trap was, but the cheese was irresistible. Of course when he reached for the cheese, he was 'caught.' He said the babysitter told him he was the biggest mouse she ever caught. He laughed and laughed as he told me this story. He laughed so hard his little belly shook. Then mine shook too.

Did I get any knitting done? Ha! How naive!