Inspired By Two: The Day You Started Skiing

Exciting day yesterday. Daddy took you skiing for the first time. I was nervous (please reference video). I absolutely under no circumstances wanted you to go on the lift. We meet the instructor for a private lesson with you and Daddy. The purpose of the lesson was to teach Daddy how to teach you. Fair enough. No sooner had the instructor put his "magic coins" in your boots that he leads you and Daddy right onto the lift! Ahhhckkk! What was he doing?!?!? My ONE rule: Do not go on the lift. It was obliterated within the first 60 seconds of the lesson. Granted, the three of you were probably one of four groups on the lift that morning. There was virtually no one there and basically had the mountain to yourself (again, reference the video). You survived. Fell a few times, but overall you were incredible and so very adorable in your helmet and goggle combo. We took a break after the first hour and had a snack and played in the snow. Daddy took Mary skiing for the first time and then did a couple black diamond trails to satisfy his urge to really ski and not just "snow plow" down the mountain. You were coaxed back onto your skis with promises of a magic carpet, which is just a moving walkway you stand on to take you up about 1/4 of the way up the bunny hill. I think you had grand ideas of Aladdin and a Jasmine-esk Whole New World magic carpet ride, but you loved it nonetheless. And you were amazing. I am so proud and this post is nothing but you remind you of how awesome you are. You were courageous and persevered to learn something new and sort of scary. Way to go Nora! I will always be here to be your cheerleader and offer a snack and time to play.