Saturday, 7:30 am. I awake and wander into my son’s room to find this fabulous sight:

MY two children, deeply engaged in recreational reading. Instead of Saturday morning cartoons. I fell to my knees and thanked the powers that be.

Upon rising from my knees, I opened the blinds on the deck doors to this craptastic vision of my backyard:

Yeah, yeah, Beautiful, schmutiful. I see this as the beginning of many layers of bundling, bad driving, and wet hems of my jeans for months to come. Stinky ‘ol snow.

After taking a picture of the yard and cussing under my breath, I went into my bathroom and took a look in the mirror. (This is where the “ugly” part comes in.) I had a huge zit right above my top lip, in that painful little space below the nose. Horrible. In case you’re wondering, there will be NO pictures of that.

I put on some Clearasil, closed the blinds, and went into my boy’s room to listen to my kids read tales of Captain Underpants and the Tale of Toa. When confronted with the good, the bad, and the ugly, always focus on the good.

Friday night the kids and I went up to Salt Lake to go to the movies with my BFF Diana and her boy, Byron. Jachin was so excited to go see Byron; I used that night out as disciplinary leverage for a week and half prior to the outing. It was great. We all ate at the mall food court and then we all went to see “Enchanted”. I don’t know which was better: watching the aforementioned cute piece of fluffy, cotton candy cinema, or watching Zoe watch the cute piece of fluff. Zoe smiled gleefully and clapped her hands and giggled. And when “true love’s first kiss” finally occurred… well, it was all over, people.  She cheered. It was everything a five year old could want in a fairy tale.

The five year old in me loved it, too.