We went to Colorado last week for a family vacation. We stayed with some of our best friends in Breckinridge. We love to ski and both our older kids started skiing around Jacob's age...
So we rented him skis, and boots, got him all ready and hit the mountain. We lasted one run.
At the top of the lift, right before we were supposed to get off, something made him mad. I still don't know what it was. Whatever it was that ticked him off, frustrated him enough that he started arching his back and tantruming. I thought he was going to fling himself off the lift! I also discovered my "panicked voice". I don't recall ever hearing a voice like that come out of me...that was just getting up the hill.
As we "skiied" down the blue run, John and I took turns holding him under the arms. No green runs at Breckinridge either, everyone starts on blues. The experience was like doing a five minute wall sit at 11,000 feet, holding a 35 pound weight. Needless to say, one run was enough.
Thankfully the ticket was free. He can try skiing again next year.
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Well, at least he looks darn cute in his ski gear! ;)
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