Today I'm sitting and knitting. But, not in the comforts of my home, cozy on a couch. I'm sitting at a cafeteria table in a noisy ski lodge. I'm entertaining Atticus by sending him to and from the garbage can with tiny pieces of paper over and over again. He is entertaining everyone between the garbage can and our table by his cute waddle, only mastered in a full ski suit with winter boots on.
Getting out of the home with four kids, plus all their ski gear, made me promise to sell all the equipment as soon as possible and buy an XBox, but once here, on the snow covered mountain, I understand why my parents did it year after year, and know I will do the same. Eli and C are both, after only a few hours on the bunny hill, cruising with their cousins like they've been doing it all their lives. Si is out with his dad, proud as punch to have mastered the pizza and the French fries. Even Atticus strapped on a pair of skis for a jaunt down the hill.
So, despite the craziness of getting us all put together enough to be here in the first place, and the sacrifice of sitting in the lodge rather than "shredding" the hill myself, I'm glad we're all here, and can't wait for a few years down the road (or maybe a little more than a few) when the whole Wiebe clan can be out there on the hill together.