Jeff has taken the older kids with lots of members of his family up to a ski resort for the last couple years. I chose to stay home with the little ones, and to tell you the truth, I loved the quiet time. This year I was “forced” to go…because I always have to be forced to leave my warm, safe, predictable home. I haven’t skied in more than 15 or so years, and I couldn’t believe that, in spite of what Jeff said, Andrew and Patrick would be able to ski as well.
I was shocked at our success. All my bones are in tact, and I didn’t fall once. I kept up with the older kids, except for Isaac, who at 16, was way too fast and daring for me.
Patrick, who just turned 3, stood up on those skis for the first time and could get enough of it. He would scream bloody murder if Jeff tried to slow him down…the need for speed is in his blood, and let me tell you, it was quite funny. We finally bought one of those leashy things, because he’d throw such a fit about not being able to keep up with the older kids. He would point to the highest hills and say, “ME, ME!!!” He’d have a huge smile going down the big hills, and let out a scream for faster!, faster!
Andrew was nervous about the trip too, and wasn’t sure he could do it. He was a natural!
Isaac and his snowboard.
It was so peaceful up on top.