After Thanksgiving next to the ocean we went up the mountain to Big Bear to spend a couple of days with Dziadek {our Polish grandfather} at his tiny tiny cabin in the woods.

And when I say tiny, I mean 400 square feet. For 5 people. The kids love it, they go bananas for the cabin in the woods. Because Dziadek does things like teach them how he feeds squirrels walnuts out of the palm of his hand.

Dziadek is genetically responsible for the amount of energy both boys in my life possess, so he has no qualms hiking up and down hills in the snow to find just the right sledding hill for Charming.

I passed the time dressing Viktor up in the clothing his mother had picked out for him. It brought me endless joy to see Viktor strut his stuff in a whale sweatshirt and undersized Italian track pants. Happiness personified.
But when it looks like this outside,
and you’re trapped inside with 4 other human beings there’s bound to be some of this:
which Precocious felt the need to document for posterity’s sake:
I spent a lot of time sleeping. And I watched Horatio Hornblower… >> find out more…

























