Skiing

A final set of posts from Christmastime... We spent a few days up in Breck, where at least they had snow (unlike in Boulder). Jack was very excited to try skiing (actually, last year we forced the skis on him last year as he screamed, thinking maybe once they were on, he would calm down and try it out, but now luck). He was pretty cooperative with the application of cold-weather clothing. No pictures of the actual skiing, which was short-lived. He did fall over once, but it wasn't too upsetting. He kept sort of sitting back, which he thought was funny, but I couldn't hold him that way long. After a couple minutes, he calmly asked, "how do we buckle these off?" I told him he needed better skis and real boots, which I believe to be true--the street boots don't provide any support. So when we got back into the condo, he explained to Daddy, "I need better skis." The kid is a Reber after all, so it is never too early to blame the equipment. I considered the outing successful in that he was not upset and is still interested in trying skiing again with "better skis."