I don’t know exactly why I haven’t skied since, but I have a hunch that it has something to do with sleep deprivation, and the lack of any sort of exercise routine. Nowadays, all of my extreme snow activities involve hot cocoa and a comfy couch. What can I say? Marshmallows have a special power over me.
I’m ‘fessing up to my newfound slacker lifestyle, because I hope to turn it around in the near future. This weekend, I’m taking my son skiing for the first time. Actually, the private ski instructor I booked is taking my son skiing for the first time. I’ll be hiding behind the ski racks trying to sneak in a few pictures of the momentous occasion and trying to not fret too much about all the possible dangers that could befall him.
I’m hoping that my son really takes to this new experience on skis. I’m also hoping that I can fit into my ski pants soon and join him up on the slopes. I may just have to put down the marshmallows for that to happen though. A small price to pay for the chance to whizz down the slopes with my favorite little guy.
I’ll be writing about my son’s ski experience soon. In the meantime, I’m planning a few snow-inspired posts in the coming week.
There are plenty of other moms who have written on why skis and kids can mix. Here are some of my favorites:
Meg at Backpack to Buggy wrote about her dream to get her family skiing.
Lorraine at Keeps Me Smiling frequents the same snowy spot as our family in Truckee, and she shares her tips for skiing with kids.
Mara at Mother of All Trips provides the photographic inspiration.