Snow Awesome!

One of the major things we do as a family is ski together. Every weekend. All weekend. All winter long.

Parker turned 5 in January and this is his 4th year skiing. He started when he was a little under two. Everly, in an effort to keep up with big brother, started skiing when she was 18 months old. This is her second year skiing at the age of two and a half. Jeremy and I are unbelievably proud of both of them. They ski in rain, snow or sun without complaint. They take some major falls, try some big turns, and sometimes end up having to go down some pretty steep slopes, all without complaint. Parker added using poles this year to his repertoire in addition to skiing anything and everything. I mostly hear him yelling "LOOK AT ME!" while he shoots past me on a black diamond run. This kid has some passion. And bravery.


And God bless Jer for snowplowing Everly down almost every run we take while she's still on the harness. This sweet little girl who is so full of life is all about two things on the hill: dad and going fast. She's still on the harness because when we try to get her to practice stopping (which she is fully capable of) she yells "NO! ONLY WHEN I GET TO THE BOTTOM!".


We self imposed the Dad Only rule after we had a few incidents when I tried to take her harness straps for a few runs and let Jeremy ski with his boy. Everly told me she only wanted dad, but we figured it wasn't a big deal. Then, from top to bottom, while skiing under the chairlift with a few hundred people on it she yelled "SOMEBODY help me! PLEASE! Someone come help me! PLEASE! Can anyone hear me? COME HELP ME!" over and over. And over. It's unlikely that anyone is going to kidnap this little gal and force her to ski some runs with them, but the situation still doesn't look quite right to the bystanders. So, dad it is. Over and over. And over.