So... Daddy took me skiing 2 days ago and taught me all there is to know about it (or so I think). At first I was pretty scared. And said I wanted to go home. Repeatedly. Let's just say me and Daddy weren't seeing eye to eye. But, after a various pit stops to drink soda, drink hot cocoa and eat Cheetos, and drink more soda and eat Doritos, I finally got the hang of it!.
Here's a picture of the victor (yours truly) along with a couple of vids. The first is me, looking good, before the tears and hard work. The second photo is the first of many requested pit stops!
Enjoy! And don't worry... we'll teach Joaquin how to ski also. And, by the way, did you know it was my birthday yesterday? Yep... I am now 7 years old!
This is the first video Daddy could take of me because he finally got his hands free. Prior to this, I was holding on to his ski pole and begging him not to let go! So I let go towards the bottom of the hill. And all looked good until I took my eyes off the prize at the very end.
This is the last run of the day! We skied from 10:30 am until 5:30 pm. That was a long day. Daddy said his back was hurting, but I felt just fine. And it was better than Wii!