The highlight of the week may have been the bobsled course. I stomped out a course and turned the kids loose. You can see one of their runs below. After their last run (on the second day) I decided that helmets might be necessary in the future.
When we first arrived at the cabin, everyone needed to use the bathroom. I had boots, snow pants, and snowshoes packed so that they were easily accessible. There was at least 30" of new snow since our last visit. It is about a 70 yard hike from our plowed parking spot to the cabin. As I was putting on said items, the kids were getting restless (read: screaming). Karen grew impatient and strapped on some snowshoes. She wanted to carry Marcus up to the cabin right away. She made it about six feet from the car before she fell down. I heard her scream, and I looked over to see Marcus barely above snowline, like a floating watermelon. Karen had lost her balance and fallen to her back to prevent squashing the watermelon. Seeing that the watermelon was safe, I secured my gear before rescuing them. After the initial f-bomb following the fall, I heard at least two more while securing my snowshoes. I picked up Marcus and Karen made it half-way up before falling again in the deep snow. I had to turn away so she wouldn't catch me laughing. Every time we walked by the spot over the weekend, Elena would point out the spot where Karen flopped around in the snow. I would laugh and Karen would glare.
So, on to the new words Marcus learned. We were eating breakfast when he stole my fork and said, "MINE!" It only took three weeks of daycare for him to learn that one. And no, he didn't learn any new words from Karen over the weekend.
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