Monday, December 28, 2009
TubaDad and I poked around this morning and found a funky little place that sold bearskin rugs and t-shirts and had kid-sized ski equipment to rent. So we got the girls all measured up, signed the rental agreement (it was so cute, Ro and Ree actually wrote their names on the signature lines—I bet my dad is going to have that little paper framed), and walked out of there with four tiny little boots and four stubby little skis. The only thing that slightly disappointed the girls was that they didn't have any hot pink skis. Hm, maybe next time, little snow bunnies. Anyhow, we decided to skip the ski resort and use our steep, unplowed street for this first foray. Hey it was good enough for my little brother and I (and all the neighborhood kiddos) back in the 70s, plus we figured if things really went wrong we were only a few steps from the nice, warm cabin and the restorative clothes dryer and wine in the fridge. Heh. We grabbed the purse camera (we brought the nice camera up, but are finding that we just don't have enough hands to use it) and got a quick family snap before the lesson (just in case): Looking good, everyone's still smiling: Oops, had to make a few short detours to climb some tall snowy things. Ok, maybe more than a few. We finally had to send my dad into the woods after them when Ree disappeared from view and Ro started yelling "I'm stuck, I'm stuck!" Hmmm. These boots are made for skiing—the girls are ready to roll!! Ro took to it instantly, this was the next picture I took after the boots shot, and she was already grinning and refusing any help. Side note: Ro is usually the first one to grasp anything athletic, she's fearless and so dang strong when it comes to trying any kind of sportsy thing. And Ree is bold, funny, and fearless when it comes to singing, dancing, or performing in front of an audience. It's fun to watch the different things they excel at and how they always help each other. We had a fancy tow-rope system in place for the uphill ride (we used my dad's antique metal ski poles): TubaDad calls this the "athletic stance" and I think Ro is doing it proud: Ree got her courage up by holding the pole as she went down the first few times: Ooo, is that a teeny little smile starting?: Ro discovered pretty quickly that she went faster if she crouched down a little: Afterwards, they dove into the snow again and rolled around some more. Guess they weren't cold enough yet? (Man, I sure was): I was talking (as usual) and heard an outraged "Reeeeeee, get offa me!" Ha!: The triumphant skiers, after we stripped them down and tossed their icy clothing in the dryer. (My mom had the great idea to use their cotton jammies as long underwear, so we didn't have to make a midnight run to Walmart to buy new supplies.): Well it's time for some dinner, and maybe, just maybe, oh I hope I hope the folks can get the fire going. The girls are just hanging out and playing with Harley dog, and TubaDad is napping again (he's still not fully recovered after the accident): We got some awesome video of the sledding yesterday and the skiing today, but I don't think I've got a prayer of posting it on this dial-up connection. So look for that once we're back home. Tomorrow, we're thinking of trying to build a snow igloo and a snow family, and maybe (if we don't all just decide to curl up by the warm fire and nap instead) we'll try out a snowmobile rental. Cheers!