You know when you're skiing down the mountain, fairly confident that you've finally snowplowed your way to that double green slope, feeling "the groove" as you (albeit tenderly) slalom your way to the mid-mountain lodge, when suddenly -- swoosh! Some stupid toddler whizzes past you at Bode Miller speed, sufficiently humbling you as she (you swear you can hear it) screams "neener neener!" Pretty soon, that could be my kid.
We signed Sophie up for Alta's "Learn to Ski" program for locals -- a series of four starter lessons with rentals. I mean, I'm raising Utah kids after all; they've got to know how to ski. As with most new things, at first she was quite cautious (even scared, she said).
Eventually, with the help of some great instructors, she learned to let go. Isn't it interesting to watch, from afar, as your child processes something new, then summons herself to try it? I was so pleased to watch Sophie take up something so intimidating, and then conquer it.
Well, conquer is strong word. She started by going down the bunny hill with a hula hoop. Still, by the end of her series of lessons, she had graduated to level 2 -- she can ski down by herself, turn back and forth through a series of flags, and ski backwards. Not quite a "neener neener" punk yet, but I have high hopes.
At the end of each (half)-day, she was pooped! But, as we were thrilled to hear, she wants to ski "again and again and again and again!"
Mister and I had big plans to ski ourselves while she was in her lessons -- to make a few dates of it. Instead, we took the baby up with us a couple of times, and the other times (due to illness and a scout snow camp) I took her up on my own and (obviously) took too many pictures.