Every father has not insignificant aspirations for their children’s performance, especially in activities that are close to dad’s heart. So Tina was justifiably a little bit apprihensive about us skipping ski school and having me teach the kids to ski myself.
I’d binge watched youtube for every teach-kids-to-ski clip out there. Some where good, some where not so, but I a pretty good idea of what to expect. Start on the flat, go slow, and positive encouragement only. Yeah, yeah, yeah….what do they know.
For once though, I took the wife’s advice to heart and lowered my expectations. Maybe Miss 5 could be doing reds after a month. We found a bunny slop and started sslloooowwww. I needn’t have worried though. Miss 5 took to it like a duck to water and was on reds after 4 days. #prouddad.
In the meantime, Tina took Mr 2 up the mountain to play in the snow and enjoy plenty of hot chocolate. Everyone is having a blast so far.
Christmas in the snow is just magical; Gluhwein. Christmas markets. St Nicholas. Candles. Pine. Chocolate. Happy people.