Annabelle and Gwyneth had their very first ski lesson. At the ages of 3 and 4. Unbelievable. B grew up in Colorado and didn’t go until he was ten and I didn’t ski until I was in high school. I would definitely say these girls have an unfair advantage on us.
The combination of my fear for their safety, and of heights, and just being a bit of an irrationally overprotective mother made a ski lesson the obvious choice. Someday we hope to all ski as a family but probably best to get them started with someone who won’t FREAK OUT every time they tip over.
The girls both did great. Annabelle is a bit more cautious and is no fan of the cold. More precisely, she hates the wind. This can be a bit of a problem while standing on the side of a mountain….but she survived! Gwyneth is our thrill seeker and caught on quite quickly. She was cruising down thehill in no time. Unfortunately she has much less interest in slowing down or learning to stop — she wants to go fast. This will be trouble in the future and I can already imagine madly trying to keep up with her and she flies down the mountain! She asks daily when we are heading back up to ski and is a self-proclaimed “Ski Bum”. Oh my!
Who needs a chairlift when your teacher will just carry you up the bunny hill?
Luckily they are already close to the ground when they tip over…
Annabelle giving me a thumbs up. At least I hope that’s the finger she is giving me. Hard to tell with mittens.
Worn out little girls after a hard day of skiing.
Gwyneth goes a little gangsta after her lesson…