France + Lost + Blogger = Severe Headache

Warning: If you are not in the mood for a rambling post that's all over the place, please come back and visit me another time, when I'll most likely be operating on more than 3 hours of sleep. Thank you.

There I was, trying to multitask by uploading pictures of our skiing holiday while catching up on the latest episode of Lost...only to be thwarted by Blogger's blatant refusal to accept my favourite holiday shots.

Sigh.

Blame Blogger if you like, but this was the weakest episode of Lost yet this year. Too many things just didn't add up - like why Penny's father would want to 'exploit' the island? Or why Dan and Charlotte wouldn't just tell the Losties that they were going to neutralize the gas, rather than knocking Kate unconscious and almost killing Juliette? And honestly, how come everyone's suddenly letting Locke call all the shots, including releasing Ben from capture?

Since both Lost and Blogger have let me down in my state of severe grogginess (arriving back home at 4 am will do that to you), I take comfort in knowing that as soon as my head hits the pillow tonight, I will be dreaming of this:



Don't I look like I know what I'm doing? With Mont Blanc in the background, to boot.

Despite my predictions to the contrary, we had amazing weather throughout our holiday. Although it was frequently overcast in the mornings, by the afternoon, the sun would peek out and warm up cold faces to the point that we are all sporting sunburns on noses and cheeks.

Upon our arrival last Saturday, however, I really did wonder if we'd be hiking instead of skiing. There was no snow anywhere around the airport or along the highway as we drove towards the resort. It was only as we turned up the mountain, the white stuff revealed itself. The effects of the very mild European winter this year were evident, as only the mountain tops were covered in snow:



Our boys had the best holiday! Christopher was already a competent skier, but B boy made enormous strides this week, and officially made moi the slowest skier in the family. I knew that day was coming, but I thought I had a year or so to get used to the idea. Sadly, no. Benjamin now bombs down the runs like nobody's business, leaving me in the wake of his snow spray.



Like his dad and brother before him, he doesn't read signs very well:



Though we were on the slopes for 6-7 hours a day, we didn't just ski. We did a bit of this:



And a bit of that:



A couple of evenings, the ski school that the boys attended put on events, including a lantern ski for the kids. Behold B boy with his 'lantern':



So, another great adventure under our belts in this year of grand exploration. The boys were sad to have to say goodbye to their auntie, uncle and grandparents, but we are looking forward to seeing them in the UK at the end of next month.