I sure wish I'd thought to take a picture!
When we started skiing ten seasons ago, we got the girls started too. They were teens, and one had a boyfriend we were bringing up with us. Time passed, marriage, college, etc. got the kids distracted from the sport.
Our oldest grandson is four now. He's in ski school for the first time this month, and he loves it. Our newest son-in-law is in ski school for the first time too. He might not be so sure, but is determined to give this a good chance, because his wife skis and he doesn't want to be a stick in the mud. It's a long way down when you're 6'4" and you tip over on those boards! I sure know what he's feeling, and I'm nowhere near tall like him!
Xander asked the other night if Tim could be in his class. We decided that the little yellow vests with the handles on the back were probably too small for uncle Tim, so he'd have to be in his own class.
Yesterday, we drove them up for class. Daughter, to make things easier for her new husband who's a bit shy, came along, originally planning to hang out in the lodge since it's not cheap to ski for two hours -- but then we discovered the $10 bunny hill only pass, and she decided to ski for a couple of hours too.
DH and I went off on our own.
She re-familiarized herself, and just enjoyed the nasty cold, windy morning.
The boys, Xander and Tim, were in their classes, learning to ride the chair, and make pizzas and french fries with their skis.
WE practiced bumpy pushed around powder skiing.
When we came back after class, Alicia had picked Xander up from the Mouse House and taken him up the chair -- and gotten him another sticker on his season pass -- and they'd caught up with Tim.
I wish I'd taken a picture -- they were so cute, the three of them, skiing down like a little family. Auntie 'Licia, Uncle Tim, and little Xander between them. Those two are going to be delightful parents some day!
Tim looked like he felt much better than he had the first run of the day. Both of the grown-up kids were so proud of Xander, telling stories of how he was zipping down with his class, hollering "Hi Tim!" every time they passed, and how he was telling the little "pink marshmallow" in his group how to do things as they skied together when they happened to get a little bit away from their teacher. Alicia was telling his mom when we delivered him back to mom after he slept all the way down the mountain that he was a star pupil, and "I'm not just saying that cuz he's ours!"
What a fun day!
Karen in Boise
When we started skiing ten seasons ago, we got the girls started too. They were teens, and one had a boyfriend we were bringing up with us. Time passed, marriage, college, etc. got the kids distracted from the sport.
Our oldest grandson is four now. He's in ski school for the first time this month, and he loves it. Our newest son-in-law is in ski school for the first time too. He might not be so sure, but is determined to give this a good chance, because his wife skis and he doesn't want to be a stick in the mud. It's a long way down when you're 6'4" and you tip over on those boards! I sure know what he's feeling, and I'm nowhere near tall like him!
Xander asked the other night if Tim could be in his class. We decided that the little yellow vests with the handles on the back were probably too small for uncle Tim, so he'd have to be in his own class.
Yesterday, we drove them up for class. Daughter, to make things easier for her new husband who's a bit shy, came along, originally planning to hang out in the lodge since it's not cheap to ski for two hours -- but then we discovered the $10 bunny hill only pass, and she decided to ski for a couple of hours too.
DH and I went off on our own.
She re-familiarized herself, and just enjoyed the nasty cold, windy morning.
The boys, Xander and Tim, were in their classes, learning to ride the chair, and make pizzas and french fries with their skis.
WE practiced bumpy pushed around powder skiing.
When we came back after class, Alicia had picked Xander up from the Mouse House and taken him up the chair -- and gotten him another sticker on his season pass -- and they'd caught up with Tim.
I wish I'd taken a picture -- they were so cute, the three of them, skiing down like a little family. Auntie 'Licia, Uncle Tim, and little Xander between them. Those two are going to be delightful parents some day!
Tim looked like he felt much better than he had the first run of the day. Both of the grown-up kids were so proud of Xander, telling stories of how he was zipping down with his class, hollering "Hi Tim!" every time they passed, and how he was telling the little "pink marshmallow" in his group how to do things as they skied together when they happened to get a little bit away from their teacher. Alicia was telling his mom when we delivered him back to mom after he slept all the way down the mountain that he was a star pupil, and "I'm not just saying that cuz he's ours!"
What a fun day!
Karen in Boise
