Tragedy in the Crazy house

Alas, a woeful tragedy has struck our home. While we were frolicking in the snow over the weekend, there were a couple of members of our household who were not frolicking, nor will they ever frolic again. The sad thing is that it took us until today to realize our loss. We had to break the news to my son when he got home from school, and by then his birthday pets had been disposed of in a nearby dumpster (so the window replacement guys wouldn't have to traipse repeatedly past their stiff corpses). Apparently gerbils need food to sustain them, other than cardboard houses my children made for them out of egg cartons. (Heaven forbid anyone actually use the bucket of food I had right by the cage). The copious tears have been stemmed by a whole free, unearned hour of therapeutic video games. This sad gerbil is just like ours. It's a gerbil, and it's dead. Other than that they are completely different. Ours were brown and they died snuggled up together under an egg carton.

On a happier note, we definitely enjoyed our weekend of family and snow. Other than feeling like I myself was at death's door with a bad cold, it went off without a hitch. I got some pretty fun pictures:
My boy after a successful run: one that did not involve his face getting a close encounter with the snow.

The manly spousal unit doing some snow surfing.



Me in my great rainbow tassel hat that I made in college. As an added bonus, the coat masks some of my expanding girth.













My very fun mom after a plunge down the hill.

















My parents chilling out watching the grandkids do their thing.

My creatively dressed child doing her very favorite activity: grandparent snuggling. Note the smile of complete happiness on her sweet face. Her cup of love is definitely o'er flowing.













Cousins playing Book of Mormon prophet pictionary, as the oldest cousin meticulously sketches the sons of Mosiah.







A very fun vacation over all, and we can't wait until next year. My boy has already started writing a daily check off list, starting with 365 and going down, until our next trip to the camp.