So we went to the snow for the weekend. It was Shaun's idea and he organised the whole thing, which was nice. We got to Mt Selwyn on the Sunday to find a nice amount of snow - but rain falling. Bummer. We paid out a small fortune to hire all the clothing and gear. We get E a snowsuit (which looks impossibly cute). He plays for 10 mins - with Shaun, not me - making snowballs and a snowman.
Then he howls.
Hysterically. Begging to go home, sobbing that he's cold.
So Mum and I take turns sitting in the cafeteria with him.
My total skiing time was probably under an hour - but that's OK because I was reminded just how bad I am at skiing and why last time I went I swore I'd never do it again.