No, I didn't break my neck skiing. I am truly thankful for that. As a matter of fact, I only fell a mere three times. It could have been due to all that practice I had on the bunny slopes. Not that I needed all that practice. I didn't. Really, I didnt. I was helping our friends' two girls learn to ski for the first time. It was so much fun. They kept falling and I kept helping them up, that is, when I wasn't laughing my pants off. They were such good sports. When I first learned to ski a couple of years ago, I would fall constantly, even when standing still. I remember how frustrated I would feel and how tired I would become just trying to get up so it was quite refreshing to watch these two girls make light of their falls. The youngest, who is 7 years old, was especially darling when she resigned to making snow angels since she was already on the ground. So sweet!

Anyway, regardless of the damp weather and the warmer than normal temperatures, the skiing portion of our trip was fun. The sleeping portion, on the other hand, left something more to be desired. We lodged in a 7-bedroom executive-style chalet that was much more updated and cleanlier than the Swiss-style 6-bedroom we were first given. However, the mattresses were the same; nasty looking and equally uncomfortable. And each night, Madeleine would wake up and share the lumpy mattress with us. I'm surprised she got any sleep considering the heater was incredibly loud.

Now, three days later, I can say that I have finally caught up on my sleep. Madeleine, on the other hand, still has not returned to her usual routine. Maybe it's the teething? I keep checking for that first tooth but alas, no pearly whites have appeared.