Friday, I took the day off work and it was probably the best day of my life. I know that sounds a bit over dramatic, but it very well could have been. I stayed at home and spent all day with Kim and Palmer. We just hung out at the house. At one point our entire family took a nap. Palmer in his crib and Kim and I on the couch. It was beautiful.

It was the most Sabbath like day I can remember. Palmer was amazing. He was so chill it was scary. He ate when I wanted him to and he slept when I put him down for naps. Kim wondered what had happened to our son that she spends every day with. Between eating and sleeping Palmer played, laughed, and didn't fuss. He even took a crap without getting it all over his clothes.

Saturday morning I left to go skiing with six other guys1. We went up to Ski Beech, which is a little over three hours away. We skied from about one o'clock until nine o'clock. I was surprised that after six years or more away from the slopes, I still had it. Well, I "had it" as much as I ever had. I fell about three times: once after trying to go big off a jump2, once coming off a box, and once right after I sprayed Mike, who had just fallen. That last one was probably karma.

Sunday, we decided to not go skiing because of the weather. It was cold and windy, which makes it seems real cold. Instead, we went on a hike, sort of. We visited what one person described as a rock colony. It was a place in the river where the water flows downhill through hundreds of car sized rocks. We climbed the hill rock-by-rock and then descended by jumping from one rock to another. One of the guys called it an adult sized jungle gym.

After playing at the river, and almost getting hit by a falling branch on the walk back, we drove home. I got home around five and spent the rest of the night with the family. I got to feed Palmer and give him his customary bath before bed. Then, Kim and I capped off the weekend by catching up on some television. We curled up on the couch and watch an episode of The Biggest Loser.

It was a great three days filled with family time and time with some great guys.

1. back Barry, Matt, Rowe, Daniel, Mike and Jeramie


2. back Big is relative. I was probably going to get two feet off the ground, as compared to my previous one foot jump.

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