Fresh tracks!

We are a skiing family.

I think it is safe to officially say that.

We hang out on the hill as much as we can and we are so grateful to have the opportunity to be able to just go.

Darcy and I switch days or half days and do quick hill drop offs.

Some days involve just playing at the base and watching big kids.

There is something about the culture at the ski hill that gives me a chuckle.

Andrew treks along happily most days, as long as we have Tankie, smarties, and milk.

No we don't ski with him, we take turns at the hill but he tags along some days for the drop off/pick up.

He keeps a happy spirit in the snow, even without gloves (mini will NOT keep mittens on his hands!).

This weekend we put him on the front of his Dad's skis. I knew it was only a matter of time.

I don't know who had more fun, but this family has a couple of very proud parents.

He didn't say much but the smile he had gave us an indication and there was no crying.

It's official.

Sign us up for ski school next year.

Dear lord help us!

Following Dad

Hauling gear

Watching the kids

HI MUMMA!

Hand warmer.

Getting in on some free ski school

First tracks!

Dad's Sherpa

Weeeeeeeeeeee! Is 17 months too early?

Mom is pretty OK too.

Apres ski!

A very proud Dad!

ICE Mumma?

French fry mustache

Learning

He watches.

He learns.

He does.

He smiles.

Life is a delight as a child!