My goal this year was to get all three boys on skis. The older boys have skied a week or two each of the last two years.
Ryan(7) is now going down green and green/blue slopes carefully.
Reid(5) is a green slope skier with supervision and a little direction.
Rhett(3) has never been on skis, but has been trash-talking the entire family for weeks…
I am going to race with Grandpa.
I am going to win even though I fall down one time.
I am fast.
I want to go up the tallest mountain.
The
great winter clothes and gear hand-me-down ceremony of 2009 occurred. Reid is now wearing Ryan’s old gear, Rhett is now in Reid’s and Ryan gets new –
sometimes it is nice to be #1.
I took Rhett out to the hill.
He hopped on the magic carpet that took him to the top of the bunny slope and declared with out-stretched hand in my direction…
I don’t need you!
I squeezed in a little instruction and then went to stand in the middle of the hill to wait for his descent.
Turns out he has mad ski skillz. He skis with amazing control
for a three year old UNTIL he gets within 10 feet of me so that
he can use me as an emergency brake.
He has no incentive to stop.
Great.
He has no incentive to stop.
Yep.
He laughs when he falls.
He runs into me for giggles.
He has no incentive to stop.
He begged to go to the top of the mountain, but I assured him that I would never take him until he can prove to me that he can stop when I ask.
He giggled…
And plowed into me.
The good news is that this activity wears him out.
Coincidentally, chasing him all over the hill trying to keep him from DEATH does the same to me…
He hopped on the magic carpet that took him to the top of the bunny slope and declared with out-stretched hand in my direction…
I don’t need you!
I squeezed in a little instruction and then went to stand in the middle of the hill to wait for his descent.
Turns out he has mad ski skillz. He skis with amazing control for a three year old UNTIL he gets within 10 feet of me so that he can use me as an emergency brake.
He has no incentive to stop.
Great.
He has no incentive to stop.
Yep.
He laughs when he falls.
He runs into me for giggles.
He has no incentive to stop.
He begged to go to the top of the mountain, but I assured him that I would never take him until he can prove to me that he can stop when I ask.
He giggled…
And plowed into me.
The good news is that this activity wears him out.
Coincidentally, chasing him all over the hill trying to keep him from DEATH does the same to me…
LMAO!!!
He is ADORABLE in his little ski outfit.
And now you can add “ski stopper” to your list of mom responsibilities.
i haven’t been skiing in years, and my kids have never been. one of these days i would love for them to learn!
DTH, your ski pants are HAWT!
GO REID!! Woohoo!!!
The first time I skied, I went down the hill like a pro, it was gorgeous. Until I reached the bottom where I did a front flip and landed on my back. Thus ending my illustrious skiing career.
good for him! (and you… it’s great that you get your boys out there.) I always intend to take Gen but…
Love this post. The Indians have been skiing a few years now and they are completely addicted. Eve is obsessed with moguls, and K-Man doesn’t have the word “turn” in his vocabulary. They wear me out on the slopes due to the fact that a. I always get a touch of atitude sickness and b. I am out of shape! But we all love it and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Go Rhett with your mad-ski-skills… but ummm, stopping is important; Sonny Bono didn’t stop for a tree and he’s playing gin with St. Peter now… plus, Mommy’s legs are going to look like she’s been in a car-wreck if you don’t stop using her for a bumper-guard. Mind you, Holly, I’m totally boning up on what to say to my son, cause he’s got the No Incentive To Stop gene too…
He is so cute!!!
I love skiing but I married a non-winter man and are kids have never experienced this wonderful sport before. I wish they could.
Those photos belong in a big fat national magazine!! Grrrreat! (Did the chicken suit go along for the vacay?) 🙂
Awesome! Too cute!