The Pskiing Psimases

Last winter, Ryan and I took Brynn on a little ski trip.  Since Camryn was only 2 at the time, and the minimum age for ski school was 3, we decided to leave her behind with her grandparents.  When we started planning this year's trip, we got really excited because Camryn could join us this year and have as much fun in ski school as Brynn did last year...until we learned the minimum age is now 4.  Ugh!!!  There was no way we were leaving our little firecracker behind this year, so Ryan took one for the team and said he'd ski with her between his legs the whole time.  What a guy!

So off to Massanutten we went, teddies, Dream Lites, books, and Fancy in tow:

We made great time getting to the mountain, and immediately geared up for some fun in the snow:

We hung out in the teaching section for a while so Brynn could get reacquainted with skiing and Camryn could see what she was in for.  

Why is there so much grass exposed, you ask?  That would be because it was 62 degrees when we got out of the car.  Camryn had a few runs going down the bunny slope with Ryan, then we decided to let her go on her own.  I was too busy chasing her down to get any pictures, but she flew down that hill!  When I caught up with her, she was giggling hysterically and telling me she wanted to keep going "really, really, really, really, really fast!"  I was happy to oblige and gave her another shove.  Even when she fell, she couldn't stop giggling.  By sundown, we decided to call it a day and head back to the hotel, excited about what was in store for the next day.

While I have to put my neuroses aside and convince myself of the cleanliness of hotel rooms, my children love them.  They love running down the halls, jumping on the beds, and swimming in the frigid indoor pools.  While I did not partake in any aquatic activities (I was too busy watching Ray Rice and the Ravens make Tom Brady look stupid...just sayin), I enjoyed a pizza party with my favorites after a successful first day on the slopes:

The next day, Brynn went off to ski school and Ryan and I hit one of the green trails with Camryn.  At this point, all picture taking devices were dead.  Awesome.  We were able to get some video, but don't ask me to figure out how to share it!  We got to see Brynn in action with her class, and once she got rid of the dead weight of some of the ahem...less-apt kids, there was no catching up to her:

The photo is blurry because the kid was a blur the rest of the afternoon.  On the ski lift, I asked her if she was going to beat me down the hill.  Her reply?  "Heck yeah!"  And she did.  I was forced to go faster than I have ever gone in my two days worth of experience on a snowboard just to keep up with her.  I was so impressed with how fearless she was, which made me have to dig a little deeper and just go for it myself.  Kids, man...they challenge you in more ways than one!  

The girls enjoyed the first night's pizza party so much, we let them have another the next night.  We hit the hay a little earlier on night #2, and it wasn't long before both kiddos were fast asleep.  After a quick breakfast at the hotel the next morning, we got dressed:

And headed back to the slopes for what we hoped would be a fun session before going home.  However, we learned that this:

plus this:

equals this:

Brynn's face was no better, she just got away before I could snap the picture.  Between frigid temps, biting winds, and man made snow being blown in your face, our girls had had enough before we even got off the ski lift.  We were able to coax them through one run down the mountain with the promise of hot chocolate at the bottom, but they were not happy about it.  What can I say, these girls are used to having their toes warm in the sand, not frostbitten in ski boots!  They were troopers though, and I'm so proud of how well they did trying something new.  We'll definitely plan for another trip next year, when I'm sure I'll have two little speed demons to chase down a mountain!

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