It's Monday, and you can tell.

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

I really quite enjoy the winter months here.
Today I plan on locking myself at home and trying to catch up 

from the slow weekend where we just hung around, except for Friday

when we went skiing.

I didn't cringe this weekend when all my nice living room 

pillows were on the floor, mixed with coke bottles and Legos. 

Nope. Not me.

I was going to take it easy this weekend.

On Sunday, I took the world's longest nap, and when I woke up, 

I was so sore and groggy.

That's a thing with my body, and it's the worst.
I told the children we were having a special Sunday dinner tonight,

and we ate mashed potatoes and Jell-O.
Yep, that's it. I think I did mention something about a salad

but in the end, couldn't put forth the effort.

So special!

More about the weekend:

-On Friday, 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. 

 We saw a large moose stuck in the river on the way home.

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

that we discovered at the ranch to show were class.