In December I went skiing for the first time ever. Yes, the first time in my entire life! I just have never been interested in skiing to be honest. I'm not a snow fan and I'm not a fan of thrill seeking fast activities. I've always been that person that loves to stay home with a good book or a sewing project.
But Christian and the girls have been nagging me to go skiing with them ever since they learned to ski. Which for Christian was in 2012 (thanks to winter sports Boy Scout merit badge) and for my girls just once actually. All three of them loved it. I think that was due in large part to great lessons that Troy signed them up for.
I I finally caved and we had a family skiing day right after Christmas. And you know what? It wasn't quite as scary or as miserably cold as I thought it would be. Troy made sure I had all the right layers to be bundled up in. He even went with me to help me found a good jacket since all my coats are girly, non-active types. He bought be a helmet too and then signed me up for a beginner class, of which I was the oldest person out of 4 women.
And I had a very fun time! I only biffed it about 4 or 5 times (which was double what the other women did in my class, but I am so NOT sporty or coordinated so I can live with those embarrassments) and I came home with nothing broken which was my major worry. Of course, I was on the bunny hill the entire time. But I got to see my two cutie girls frequently (whizzing past me of course) and that made it really fun!
I think this was Christian's 4th or 5th time skiing so after hanging out with me and the girls for a few minutes, he headed to the bigger hills with Troy while we were in our class. He looks like he means business in his fancy googles, right?
Troy snapped this lovely shot of me the first time I grabbed onto the rope tow as I'm involuntarily shrieking. I promise that I did actually get the hang of the rope tow and stopped making crazy faces and sounds after the first couple of times. ;)