It's Monday, and you can tell.

Happy Monday.
Provo today is kind of drab. Not that I care, 

I really quite enjoy the winter months here.
Today I am planning on locking myself at home and trying to catch up from the slow weekend.
Basically, we just hung around all weekend. 

 I didn't cringe when all of my nice living room pillows were on the floor mixed with

coke bottles and Legos. Nope. Not me.
On Sunday I took the world's longest nap and when I woke up, I was so sore and groggy.

That's a thing for my body.  It's kind of the worst.
I told the children it was going to be a special Sunday dinner tonight,

and we ate mashed potatoes and Jello.
Yep, that's it. I did mention something about a salad in there too, 

but couldn't put forth the effort.

This was our weekend:

Oliver finally made his dream come true and he got

 into the Kindergarten cookie club.

 An honor to be sure!
Jane and Claire spent hours playing dress-up downstairs.

It was ski school for the girls on Friday, and Mr. Nielson, Ollie, and I joined them. 

 On the way home, we saw a large moose stuck in the river.

And finally, Claire finishes her American Indian report!
We're lucky because we have some cool Indian pottery shards 

to show that we discovered at the ranch!