Saturday on the French Riviera

A picture from carnival a few years ago. It starts today.

Two of the four of us are living the kind of Saturday that you would imagine for people living on the French Riviera.

Scott flew off to Switzerland for the day.

And Anna is skiing nearby in the mountains with her scout troupe.

Justin and I are doing normal life though. I'm attacking backed-up laundry. It's been cold, and clothes haven't dried fast enough to keep up with demand. And I need to prepare the Sunday School lesson for the junior high class at church tomorrow.

Justin had piano this morning, grabbed a sandwich, and is off to practice before the game. He's hopeful that they'll win, so I'm hoping his hopes aren't dashed into tiny little bits this afternoon. I'll be there stressing out cheering him on and consoling celebrating afterwards. I'm in charge of the snacks afterwards, so I baked up a tray of cookies this morning.

I'm also hoping that Anna didn't throw up in the car up to the mountains. She has had a hard time eating breakfast lately, which could be good or bad for the car trip. She got down a mandarine orange and a few sips of orange juice. Just thinking about the car trip on the way to the meeting point this morning made her gag. This is her first time skiing, and I'm resisting the urge to call and check in.

Scott will be back before the kids' bedtime tonight. He's doing an informational meeting for the Mark drama that he'll direct in April. And he preaches the sermon in church tomorrow morning.

Phew. Off to pack up for the game...

Happy Saturday!