We are on break this week. (good lord, break really......... do we really need another week off in the middle of the miserable winter so that I spend my time trying to entertain children who are bored to tears? We still have spring break coming in April. I propose we get rid of one of these weeks and make everyone a bit happier and the checkbook a bit heavier) I decided to teach the older 3 kids the fine art of skiing on Tuesday. We left the house by 9am and off to Mt. Holly we went. We arrived and I am not going to lie. I was calculating in my head just how I was going to teach these 3 how to ski when it has been 10 years since I have been skiing myself. We paid (oh and did we pay....we don't own the equipment either so I took a deep breath and slid over my credit card thinking...this better be worth it and I hope these kids love it) I got the 3 all situated and I overheard a dad asking about lessons. I stepped a little closer and realized that instead of private lessons, if you had 3 people you could have a group lesson (ahhhh haaa..the first benefit of having multiple children at this moment). I decided to get them an hour lesson just to give them a fair shot at liking this activity and to keep my patience level low especially if we were going to be here for the next 6 hours. The instructor took them out to the hill with all of their gear while I went back in and paid for my ticket and rentals. I was able to hit some of the hills on my own and get back into the groove before my children saw me.
The hour class is all they needed and off we went. We quickly moved from the magic carpets, mastered the tow ropes and managed the ski lifts. Eamon and Liam were doing well getting the feel of the skis and practicing what they were taught. Mairin was keeping up with no problem and every time she would fall she would pop right back up and continue. (I warned everyone in the car that there would be no crying. This was going to be frustrating at times but no crying was allowed). It was nearing the later afternoon when Eamon and Liam begged me to let them go to the bigger hill that had the speed lift. I decided to let them go and they were in heaven. They must have gone down that hill 30 times. They did frustrate me when I observed them at the top of hill getting into their squatted position with their poles tucked neatly under their arms. It was like they were doing what they see on the Olympics or how they have to compete on the Wii. There were a couple of wipe outs by Eamon but other than having all of his gear spread 30 feet in different directions, on the side of a mountain it was no big deal. He quickly figured out how to gather his gear and put it all back on. Liam generally would wait for him at the bottom but never stop his momentum mid run. Mairin got to the point where she wanted to ride the chair lift by herself and she wanted to do it all herself. I found myself riding up alone and trying to ski with her on the way down. She was such a little trooper and I must have told her a hundred times how proud of her I was. I really expected Mairin to get cold, want to go in, get bored etc, but she proved me wrong.