It's been really nice the last couple of days, but it's also supposed to snow this weekend. We apparently live in a "front formation zone," which is fancy pants talk for "it's impossible to predict the weather here." I'm trying to get the kids to play outside as much as possible.
On another note me and Mark have been called as the ward Provident Living specialists. Woo? While I do indeed know quite a bit about preparedness, I'm under the distinct impression that we got the calling because I have demonstrated knowledge about sheep and wool. Not exactly preparedness skills unless you own a flock, but ok. Last night I taught a class about 72 hour kits and succeeded in not once referring to it as a BOB (bug out bag).
The paperwork is in for the kids to be registered for school (Elspeth in kindergarten and Wenna in preschool), now we're just waiting for our confirmation of placement letter so that a) we know if we got morning slots or not and b) we can trek out to the district office with their birth certificates and shot records. Everybody pray that we get morning slots for both girls, as the early schedule we must be on due to Mark's work (he goes in between five and six!) plus afternoon preschool is driving me mad. I just don't know what to do with them for six hours in a row that doesn't also tend to make us late for school.