göd paske

so all week we've been stashing hard boiled eggs from the scandic breakfast buffet and last night owen did his first easter egg coloring. he's quite the glitter and sticker master. i've figured out that the trick to making a hotel room home is lots of arts and crafts. or just having plenty of scotch tape on hand.

then this morning while everyone was at breakfast the easter bunny came to room 108 and left owen a yellow chick, a purple goose, and lots and lots of marzipan chocolates. he also left a dozen polka dotted eggs with sparkly bunny stickers which owen wanted to spend all day searching for. we've been reading "i spy" board books and suddenly all books are i spy books and all activities end with: "owen find it!" or "mommy, keep looking" (while he twirls his finger in a circle mapping out the perimeter). which makes those "trying" (as my pediatrician likes to call them) "twos" also pretty "terrific"--all at the same time.

after we had hidden the same egg six time under daddy's feet and behind papa's chair we decided to join the rest of the norwegians and get out in the snow. we drove about 30 kilometers out of the city to fjellstova and it clicked--ohhh, that's why they call it a "nordic track." because those norwegians get on those cross country skiis before they can walk. and if they're not swooshing along they're geared up in their baby buggies acclamating to the norwegain season -- which michael pointed out today was just one season with two months of bad ski weather.

here are us clearly non-norwegians playing in the snow. michael stomped out a trail for the antique wooden sleigh (with the "orange car" parked on top). nana went old school south dakota style and found some cardboard from the cafe kitchen to smooth out the sleigh trail. papa kept everyone in line and mommy--well, mommy had the most important job of all: she kept owen from having a southern california cold meltdown by making snowman faces complete with pinecone hair and little ears.