They did fantastic. Aaron and I were a little nervous about how this day would go. We obviously wanted them to have a fun time, but you never know. We saw plenty of kids just crying and miserable.
We were so glad that we put them on school to learn the basics. They told us that it was fun at school, but they were glad to go the 2nd day because they could actually ski. I know I am their mom, but they were so cute in their snow clothes skiing. Super adorable.
Crazy story. Aaron was on the lift already with Dylan. Blake and I were about to get on the lift when a kid jumped off the lift. It was high enough where we were like, "What?!" His pole fell, which was actually his mom's pole. I told Blake that you never jump off the lift, I don't care what it is that falls off--nothing is worth it. It was nuts. Luckily he wasn't hurt.
The boys wanted to try to go down the mountain--go on their big ski lift.
They were such studs. They made it. Aaron lead the way and the boys made their big turns right behind Aaron. Although when we made it to the bottom they said, "that was long, my legs need a break." So we took a break and then were back at it.
So the next time they got lots of snowballs ready for the next run.
On our way home from our whole trip we asked them which day was their favorite day...it was this day and I agree. It was such a fun family time. I was so proud of them for trying something new and working so hard. They did such a great job!
On our way back to Amy and Gregg's, we dropped off our skies and then stopped at the grocery store to get some gatorade because Dylan had a little bit of a headache.