New Years Skis

 

Moving away from the traditional, let’s get wasted and take a few days to recuperate format, this year I decided to ring in the new year with my little big girl.  We started on NYE with an early countdown to 8pm, and woke up bright and early to head out to Wilmot Mountain.  It would be our first experience with real, official winter sports.

 

 

 

Before I could go see how long it would take to injure myself on a
snowboard, I had to drop the little big girl off at her first ski
lesson.  I thought she looked adorable

I teemed with pride as I saw her trod off in the snow.  Almost busted out a tear.... almost...



As she stood in line she turned to me and said, "Im going to ski baba!"



She walked up to the instructor and asked, "Are those skis for me?"

Someone asked if I wanted them to take a picture of us.  To our loyal readers, you know how rare that is.  We posed, but I suddenly yelled, “WAIT!! let me grab the snowboard.  I bet I’ll look more wicked hardcore with it”  I think it worked… what do you think? 

She miraculously spent the majority of the day on her feet (off her butt) but come 3-4pm she was growing weary.  She wasn’t alone.