Ski Bunny

Ever since our time in Park City, Utah last summer, Palmer has been itching to get on his own skis.  Rick and I try to ski annually, so we were glad to introduce him to a favorite sport of ours.

Given that I am six months pregnant and not skiing this time, Palmer has never been on skis before, and Rick had an itch to "get on the open road", we settled for a low-key ski trip in Taos this year.

We kept remarking on how much we enjoyed driving to our vacation.  Almost all of our trips always revolve around a flight and we loved the flexibility and freedom of leaving whenever we wanted, going wherever we wanted, and stopping wherever we wanted.  In fact, we made a little out-of-the-way pit stop in the lovely town of Santa Fe on the way home.  Because we could.  But, I digress.

Palmer wanted to jump on skis the minute we arrived.  We quickly checked out the wonderful Children's Center and got him fitted for skis and boots and registered for the next day's ski school session.

Palmer didn't want to wait for ski school the next day (and neither did his father), so we took him outside to practice for the first time on skis.

You can see for yourself that he did great from the very first try and absolutely loved it:

The next morning, Palmer and I went into the ski school to check him in.  My crazy little independent guy turned to me at the outdoor steps and said, "I'm fine, mommy.  I don't need you to go inside."  I was like, "Nice try, buddy.  We have to buy your ticket and find your room."  (Sheesh.  What is kindergarten morning going to look like??)

Lucky for me, we rented a condo that overlooked the Children's Center and ski area.  I happily bounced back to our condo, made some hot chocolate, and spied on the lessons.  My views:

Palmer is the littlest red jacket towards the back:

We got into quite a daily routine (during our short stay).  The boys packed up to ski in the morning.  Rick went out on the harder runs while Palmer was in school.  I cooked lunch in the condo and did this for the rest of the morning:

After lunch, the guys went back out for some father-son lessons.  Don't they look intimidating?

I had a lot of fun being their official photographer.

Our evenings consisted of dinner at home, building a fire, and watching the Olympics.  The timing of the Olympics was a lot of fun because we could show Palmer the other skiers at night.

A few take-away thoughts:

1.  There is nothing worse than getting a child all the way dressed in ski clothes and then hearing, "I have to go potty!"

2.  Who invented children's gloves?  They are the worst things in the world to a) get on and b) stay on.

3.  Conversation with Palmer one morning:
Me: "Palmer, what will you do at ski school today?"
Palmer: "I will ski really fast"

Me: "Palmer, you should learn how to stop"

Palmer: "That's okay mommy.  I just fall at the bottom and my teacher will come and get me."

4.  The best rain boots in the world also make the best snow boots when outfitted with a boot liner.

And finally, after three days of lessons and practice, here's what we learned: Palmer likes to ski fast and has no idea how to stop:

-Bethany