So since Princess has been snowboarding (thank you middle school, you rock for hooking me up!), we've spent some time at the mountain. It rubbed off. Duchess decided that she wanted to try. That is all I've heard for a week straight, so I called up and used the school discount to get her a lesson. :)
Except we get there, and she gets butterflies.
So we pep talk....... And I remind her that she's wanted to do this, and that we'd be close by. And that she could always puke afterwards!
And then there was the honey, they'll be here any minute, we are exactly where we are suppose to be. She was worried about missing the class, she's an OCD like her momma.
Yet more pep-talking. Bless her heart. Then right at 10 am on the dot. Up walks the instructor, and turns out the kid is the only one in the class. Hello, private lesson for group lesson payment. Score!
And off they go... it was all "see ya momma, luv ya"
Look at that smile, the lifts were down for the first hour so when they got to the bottom of the hill, they got a ride up on the gator! Fun! She's a happy baby.
Then the lifts came up, and my baby was airborne. We know all this cause Dave gots him a new camera and shocker, he's become the photographer of the family. Taking like a million shots of this adventure and then even better, stalking through knee high snow drifts, hiding behind trees and etc to get pics of her in action.
And the best pic of all, her and the tree. It's so wrong to laugh at my own baby. So yeah, I'm not gonna admit that I laughed. But the lesson took, she's already making plans for next weekend. She's all about skiing.
And I'm about hanging in the lodge drinking some cocoa!
