Way back when it was sunny and hot, we signed the boys up for five weeks of ski school. They have never really been in ski school. Oliver went one day when he was three and we were in Steamboat. It wasn't a great experience and he said he never wanted to go back. We actually had to call this ski camp because he is still traumatized by the name "ski school". The difference this time is that we signed up with friends and he has three years of skiing with him Mama under his belt. Kellan has never been on ski's, so that was a bit nerve racking, but again, he was going to be with a friend. Everything is more fun with friends.
After driving two hours in a blinding snow storm, we arrived in Winter Park in time for dinner. We walked across the street to the Winter Park village for pizza and some great ski videos (hence the staring eyes).
It was such a good video that Oliver couldn't peel his eyes away while he sipped his Sprite. Maybe he was dreaming of skiing like that one day.
Kellan was interested but his furrowed brow makes me wonder if he was doubting the idea that skiing was a good idea.
Mommy and Daddy were excited to be there safe and sound while avoiding the morning I-70 rush.
Eventually, the boys lost interest in the ski video and turned their attention to iPhone videos. It was a Friday night and everyone was beat from the week, so some video time was A-Ok.
The hand tossed pizza that we watched being prepped just behind us finally came out and it was quite delish.
Mommy and her boys.
How can you resist those pouty lips?
There are some all-around smiles.
Kellan loves taking photos and his first target of the night was Daddy.
After a nice and relaxing dinner, it was time to walk back to the condo through the blowing snowing storm. Oliver was a trooper and posed next to this tree for a photo op.
Kellan wanted in too. If this photo doesn't demonstrate the blowing snow, I don't know what would. Don't fret, there were two smiles in this photo as well.
The next morning, we were all excited for a Colorado Blue Sky day, but not before some snuggles with my boys and photos by Kellan.
Kellan is suited up and ready for his first day on skis.
Shortly behind him, Oliver was suited up and ready to ride.
Outside, by the tree that we paused in front of the night before, we met up with the Martin boys for a group photo.
Cole, Kellan, Oliver and Owen are ready for day one of ski lessons!
After a very chaotic drop off, the boys were finally off with their classes. Next up, the parent hit the slopes as the sun was peeking out from behind the clouds.
Keith, Kristi, Patrick and Carrie
It was a perfect day. Fresh snow and sunshine as far as the eye could see!
Yes, I felt a bit (OK, a lot) guilty that I shipped Kellan off to ski school for his first day on skis. I wasn't there to take photos of his first time on skis. I wasn't there to hold the harness to make sure that he didn't fall. I had to have a lot of self talk that and personal forgiveness. I promised myself (and the boys) that we would take them out after lessons the next week.
Of course, guilt of not, we still enjoyed our Apres Ski. Why would we want to miss a chance to tease Patrick with his margarita on the ski slopes?
We picked up the boys and they were beat. Kellan said that he didn't want to go back to ski school and Oliver had some serious leg cramps. Jin was in lessons too and she was happy to hang with the boys while they warmed up inside. She loved ski school.
Eventually, the sun went down and day one of skis school was in the books. Daddy won Daddy of the year by carrying both boys down to our equipment. By the time we got to the car, he was carrying Oliver on his shoulders and ALL of our equipment. Me... well.. I was carrying Kellan. Hey, I was doing my part.
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