Rowan and I went up skiing today for about 3 hours. It was excellent. Rowan was right where she left off last year with just starting to control her turns and stops, which is perfect. She enjoyed it the whole time, I enjoyed it the whole time, and we just had a wonderful Daddy and daughter ski day. I told her I thought she would be skiing blues with Berit this season.

Pam cooked up a quiche the other night for the kids. Berit loves quiche, and Rowan pretty much won't eat anything she's unfamiliar with.

Griffin, on the other hand, saw something that looked like pie and dug right in before exclaiming, "Yechhh!! This is the worst pie I've ever tasted!"

I turned Griffin on to Google Earth the other day, and his response at every turn was "How Awesome Is This, Daddy!!" (he mimics me)

I was sitting here at the computer while out of the corner of my eye, I saw Berit heading stealthily to the stairs with a plastic shopping bag, much like the kind her halloween candy is in. I thought I should investigate, so I went over.

"Wait up a second, Berit..."

Berit casually tosses the candy onto the stairs behind her and gives me the "OH... Daddy, is it ok if I get a drink of water?" deflection (Look over here! Look over here! There is no one behind that curtain!!!)

She reminds me so much of me it's scary.