After I got the chance to ski a little slope with Henry, I told Robbie that I really thought we should put him in another day of ski school. It seemed like a bad idea to stop his training the moment everything finally clicked. The original plan was for Robbie to ski the next day with the girls, and I'd spend the day with the little two. Of course, another day of lessons from 9 am to 3 pm equates to a dollar amount and another day of rental costs. Robbie didn't argue the point, but he was thrilled to share that I had accidentally gotten Henry the best value of our entire trip. Henry got an all day private lesson, because no other little kids happened to fall into his skill level that day. He went up on numerous chair lifts, some of which were the high speed quad versions. He skied down all kinds of green runs, some of which had more pitch that the ones I went down. Yes, I'm timid, but Henry skied the real deal! Robbie said that The Griz, Henry's ski instructor, really enjoyed his day with our son. He took him all over the mountain. Henry asked Robbie, "How come yesterday I couldn't ski, and now I'm good?" Robbie and Olivia took Henry on the little slope once ski school was over, and Robbie said he pretty much went straight down the path in a little snow plow position.
Robbie had a lot of fun with the girls. Even Ev went through the ski parks that day, and she caught a tiny bit of air on a ramp too. He said Olivia moved much more toward parallel skiing. He took her on blue runs after Vivian and I met them for lunch and returned to the condo with Evelyn. Both girls really improved this year, and they have the desire to challenge themselves with tougher runs. The weather was sunny and gorgeous that day. I can't get over the majesty of the mountains. I so loved looking at the view from our 4th floor windows. I could see people skiing down the mountain on numerous runs, and they looked so peaceful from my distance.
We drove all the way home yesterday. Robbie had us up at 4:40 am, and the kids were soon in trouble for wrestling and squealing on the floor. They didn't seem to mind rising early. We left the parking garage before 6 am, and a bright sliver of crescent moon hung beautifully above the dark silhouette of the mountains. Gosh, it was a stunning sight. We had a little early fright when the headlights didn't seem to be doing anything as we went around turn after turn high in the mountains. I urged Robbie to pull off on an exit, and we wiped our headlights....problem solved. The funny signs entertained us again. Robbie said he was going to start using one of the phrases from a sign on me, "Truckers, are your brakes cool and adjusted?" I am so thankful that my man makes me laugh hard every single day. Plus, he can call a spade a spade. The runaway truck ramps are a little disconcerting too. We saw a sign near Denver that read, "Truckers! Don't be FOOLED. 4 more miles of steep grades and sharp curves." Ahead of that we saw a lane filled with sand and then about six rows of yellow barrels for the trucks to crash into to stop!
Robbie is wonderful. He spent two evenings of our trip doing our laundry (the machines are not in our unit) so we'd come home with clean suitcases, did the majority of the packing, and loaded the entire van. Granted, he appreciated my pre-trip efforts and van loading. We are a sensational team. That's a quote from the spy novel that I'm reading (Code Name - Verity), which I had the privilege of reading all the way from Colorado to Kansas City. I hate driving, and Robbie took care of it for us. We had a fun, active, and safe family vacation, and we feel very blessed.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Mama Mogulled
Well, I can now say that I have inserted my contact lens at the top of the side of a mountain. Imagine my shock as I was skiing down from the highest elevation of our trip, when I was suddenly blind in one eye. I yelled to Evelyn, "Go ahead, and tell Daddy my contact fell out." Luckily, she heard me, because I was stopped for a long time praying to God that I would not drop my key to sight into a pile of snow. I had rewetting drops in my jacket, and the lens fell inside my goggles. By the grace of God I very carefully got it into my eye and had clear vision once again. That was nerve wrecking!
Yesterday was amazing. The sun shone all day, and the temperature was comfortable in the 30s. If anything, we were too warm. Henry had another day of ski school, but we decided to keep the girls with us all day. That was a first. I've never skied with my daughters. It was good for me. Instead of focusing on my fear when the edge of a ridge loomed ahead of me, and it looked as though I could easily ski off the mountain's edge, I was in protective mama mode. I focused on concern for the safety of my girls, and that did a lot for my confidence as a beginner skier. I now know that I can control my path and manage my speed when the slope gets steep. We all fell very little. The girls just crisscross the paths in wide S curves, and they are in control. At one point, we came upon a really steep part. I was nervous, and Robbie started giving me turn by turn instructions about how to make it down. That irritated me, and I mouthed off something along the lines of, "I can figure out how to get down the slope without you telling me every move to make." He took off, and the girls followed. However, I had misunderstood that we were supposed to go to the left side of a fork. Therefore, I had to change the path I had planned, and I ended up right in the bumpy area that Robbie had tried to tell to me avoid. Mommy mogulled on accident! Robbie later told me that he looked up and thought to himself that he had just told me not to ski over there, and that I was going to crash and burn and be furious. I made it, and it was hilarious and kind of fun.
Robbie took the girls on paths through trees with some moguls in spots too. He and Olivia went down a ski park with ramps, and they both got to where they could catch some air and land okay. I can't believe how confident and daring our little girls are compared to their cautious mother. I fear for next year when we put carefree Vivian on skis!! She'll likely tear down the mountain.
Henry's skills improved by leaps and bounds yesterday, so his instructor took him up on the chair lift. The guy said the first time, Henry was terrified of falling off. Once he skied down the first time, he was excited to go back up to ski down again. After Henry's ski school, Ev's feet hurt so Robbie took off with Olivia to try some harder slopes. Robbie was gone when I learned that Henry had been on the lift, so I made the decision to take Evelyn with me to ski down a real slope with my little son for the first time. Henry's instructor said he controlled his speed well and listened well to instructions to stop. When we first started down, Henry went right up behind Evelyn, and their skis lined up like two Vs. He almost made her do the middle splits. We then gave Ev more of a head start, and it was awesome. Nobody else was up there at that time of day, so we had all the space we wanted. Henry fell a few times, and we got our skis crossed as I tried to get him situated. It was funny. At the bottom, I heard Evelyn say, "I am NOT going down with him again until he is older!!"
Viv and I are going to soon go explore the village while Henry goes up higher in another day of ski school, and Robbie takes the girls on the slopes. The mountain view here as I type is so pretty. We're having a really wonderful time.
Yesterday was amazing. The sun shone all day, and the temperature was comfortable in the 30s. If anything, we were too warm. Henry had another day of ski school, but we decided to keep the girls with us all day. That was a first. I've never skied with my daughters. It was good for me. Instead of focusing on my fear when the edge of a ridge loomed ahead of me, and it looked as though I could easily ski off the mountain's edge, I was in protective mama mode. I focused on concern for the safety of my girls, and that did a lot for my confidence as a beginner skier. I now know that I can control my path and manage my speed when the slope gets steep. We all fell very little. The girls just crisscross the paths in wide S curves, and they are in control. At one point, we came upon a really steep part. I was nervous, and Robbie started giving me turn by turn instructions about how to make it down. That irritated me, and I mouthed off something along the lines of, "I can figure out how to get down the slope without you telling me every move to make." He took off, and the girls followed. However, I had misunderstood that we were supposed to go to the left side of a fork. Therefore, I had to change the path I had planned, and I ended up right in the bumpy area that Robbie had tried to tell to me avoid. Mommy mogulled on accident! Robbie later told me that he looked up and thought to himself that he had just told me not to ski over there, and that I was going to crash and burn and be furious. I made it, and it was hilarious and kind of fun.
Robbie took the girls on paths through trees with some moguls in spots too. He and Olivia went down a ski park with ramps, and they both got to where they could catch some air and land okay. I can't believe how confident and daring our little girls are compared to their cautious mother. I fear for next year when we put carefree Vivian on skis!! She'll likely tear down the mountain.
Henry's skills improved by leaps and bounds yesterday, so his instructor took him up on the chair lift. The guy said the first time, Henry was terrified of falling off. Once he skied down the first time, he was excited to go back up to ski down again. After Henry's ski school, Ev's feet hurt so Robbie took off with Olivia to try some harder slopes. Robbie was gone when I learned that Henry had been on the lift, so I made the decision to take Evelyn with me to ski down a real slope with my little son for the first time. Henry's instructor said he controlled his speed well and listened well to instructions to stop. When we first started down, Henry went right up behind Evelyn, and their skis lined up like two Vs. He almost made her do the middle splits. We then gave Ev more of a head start, and it was awesome. Nobody else was up there at that time of day, so we had all the space we wanted. Henry fell a few times, and we got our skis crossed as I tried to get him situated. It was funny. At the bottom, I heard Evelyn say, "I am NOT going down with him again until he is older!!"
Viv and I are going to soon go explore the village while Henry goes up higher in another day of ski school, and Robbie takes the girls on the slopes. The mountain view here as I type is so pretty. We're having a really wonderful time.
Monday, March 4, 2013
The Backwards Scoop on Our Ski Trip
I have the worst headache. I can't believe how the altitude impacts me. Today was quite a ski adventure for our family. This is only the third ski trip of my life, and it snowed the entire day. We got 7" here in the mountains, and the powder surface conditions were very new for me. Ev's ski instructor said that in some areas the snow was a foot deep, and Evelyn was up to her knees trying to get through it. It was fun skiing through virgin snow in places, but the depth of snow made it tricky for me as a new skier. The temperature was around 25 all day, and the winds were 20 - 30 mph. Olivia, Evelyn, and Henry were in ski school all day, and they all did well. Robbie and I spent the day together on the slopes, and I practiced what my ski instructor helped me with yesterday. I feel like I'm going to end up going 80 mph less and less with each run, which is a very good thing. Robbie very carefully indicated that I would make him feel more comfortable if I would ski the center 50% of the run, and leave the 25% on each side near the trees alone. I guess I was getting too close to the line of pines for his liking. My sweet husband packed us a wonderful Paleo lunch of homemade beef jerky, spinach leaves with cherry tomatoes and red sweet peppers, mixed nuts with berries, and cut apples and oranges. I wore Emily's ski jacket again, and the bulge on my left side was something. The lunch was perfect.
Vivian showed up at my bedside at 4:39 am today, and the other kids were awake shortly thereafter. God help us. She said something along the lines of, "I love you, you cute little mama!" in a full volume voice. They all share a bedroom, the three oldest are in a king-sized bed, and Olivia can run the remote for early cartoons. Thank goodness.
Last night Robbie found a chapel for us, and we walked to mass. The mountains were visible through a cross shaped window behind the altar, and the view was lovely. Then the snow began to fall, and the sense of peace I experienced was memorable. Little Henry was so exhausted from his first day of ski school that he fell completely asleep in a seated position in the pew. At the end of mass, Vivian raised one of his eyelids with her index finger. Robbie carried him home through falling snow.
Olivia was in a class with all boys yesterday, and she got to go on some blue runs and runs with bumps. Evelyn was a little rusty after a one year break, but she quickly got her snow legs again. Vivian went to babysitting, which we call Baby Ski School for the fact that they take the kids to an outdoor snow playground in their snowsuits and boots. She told me when I picked her up that she cried and cried for me, but it didn't work. Finally, she said to the caregiver, "My mommy is up on the mountain with my daddy? And she'll ski down and come back to me?"
Our first morning in the condo, the kids all entered our room at 4:52 am. Henry asked for warm milk. I told him it was NOT six. Vivian showed me a six on her light up cell phone that my mom gave to her, then she turned on our bathroom light and left her phone playing Yankee Doodle Dandy on my nightstand!
On our drive to Colorado, Vivian exclaimed, "Oh, MY GOSH, that's pretty!!!" when she saw the mountains ahead. We stopped for lunch in the smallest town in Colorado and dined in a dive and were served by a 60-year-old waitress with purple hair. The table had slats, so it was covered with a clear vinyl tablecloth. Evelyn and Olivia looked worried the entire time, and they hated the old bathroom. I think my girls have become citified.
We left our hotel in Hays, KS just after 7 am. Henry unhappily announced the odor of smoke as we walked in 14 degree weather past a smoker. Vivian looked at the bleach blonde culprit and said, "Oooh, that's gross!!." The woman looked caught in the act. Her eyes turned to me, and I just gave her a slight shoulder shrug as we proceeded to our van.
I managed to shatter into a million tiny pieces a hurricane globe on the table of the restaurant where we ate dinner the evening we left home. The sound was tremendous, and I froze half-way out of my seat in shock and embarrassment. I still don't know how I did it. I told the girls, "At least it wasn't Henry." Finally, the evening before we left home, Henry told me that last year his ski instructors picked him up like a puppet. That was such a cute description, but the kids do wear belts with handles on the back for just that purpose.
Vivian showed up at my bedside at 4:39 am today, and the other kids were awake shortly thereafter. God help us. She said something along the lines of, "I love you, you cute little mama!" in a full volume voice. They all share a bedroom, the three oldest are in a king-sized bed, and Olivia can run the remote for early cartoons. Thank goodness.
Last night Robbie found a chapel for us, and we walked to mass. The mountains were visible through a cross shaped window behind the altar, and the view was lovely. Then the snow began to fall, and the sense of peace I experienced was memorable. Little Henry was so exhausted from his first day of ski school that he fell completely asleep in a seated position in the pew. At the end of mass, Vivian raised one of his eyelids with her index finger. Robbie carried him home through falling snow.
Olivia was in a class with all boys yesterday, and she got to go on some blue runs and runs with bumps. Evelyn was a little rusty after a one year break, but she quickly got her snow legs again. Vivian went to babysitting, which we call Baby Ski School for the fact that they take the kids to an outdoor snow playground in their snowsuits and boots. She told me when I picked her up that she cried and cried for me, but it didn't work. Finally, she said to the caregiver, "My mommy is up on the mountain with my daddy? And she'll ski down and come back to me?"
Our first morning in the condo, the kids all entered our room at 4:52 am. Henry asked for warm milk. I told him it was NOT six. Vivian showed me a six on her light up cell phone that my mom gave to her, then she turned on our bathroom light and left her phone playing Yankee Doodle Dandy on my nightstand!
On our drive to Colorado, Vivian exclaimed, "Oh, MY GOSH, that's pretty!!!" when she saw the mountains ahead. We stopped for lunch in the smallest town in Colorado and dined in a dive and were served by a 60-year-old waitress with purple hair. The table had slats, so it was covered with a clear vinyl tablecloth. Evelyn and Olivia looked worried the entire time, and they hated the old bathroom. I think my girls have become citified.
We left our hotel in Hays, KS just after 7 am. Henry unhappily announced the odor of smoke as we walked in 14 degree weather past a smoker. Vivian looked at the bleach blonde culprit and said, "Oooh, that's gross!!." The woman looked caught in the act. Her eyes turned to me, and I just gave her a slight shoulder shrug as we proceeded to our van.
I managed to shatter into a million tiny pieces a hurricane globe on the table of the restaurant where we ate dinner the evening we left home. The sound was tremendous, and I froze half-way out of my seat in shock and embarrassment. I still don't know how I did it. I told the girls, "At least it wasn't Henry." Finally, the evening before we left home, Henry told me that last year his ski instructors picked him up like a puppet. That was such a cute description, but the kids do wear belts with handles on the back for just that purpose.
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