Taking me skiing in March earlier this year was all part of Will's cunning plan. He wanted to get me hooked on skiing so we could have family skiing holidays. Skiing was not part of my childhood. Give me a Queensland beach over a snow covered mountain in Victoria any day.
Well, his cunning plan worked and I am now happily embracing a ski holiday here and there. Well more than here or there. We have committed to a whole season of skiing. The three boys have enrolled in a seasonal program called "Team Extreme" which means they ski with the same group and instructor for the entire season. That's every weekend and the school holidays.
So we have just enjoyed two weeks at the snow, where the boys skied from 9am to 3pm, 16 days in a row. Yes, that's a lot of skiing, isn't it. Max and Tom now scoff at my skiing, the fact that I don't like black runs, and that I go at a more moderate pace than them.
Even Adelaide has embraced the sport. Here she is about to head off on skis for the first time. (She looks so much older in this photo.) I'm not sure how to read her expression. It looks like she's thinking, "Are you really going to make me do this?" In reality, she had the wind in her face and was probably just damn cold. But it didn't deter her. She went straight down an intermediate run between Daddy's legs, and later did the same with big brother Tom leading the way. Some friends leant us a little pair of 2 year old skis and boots. She thinks they're fabulous (she's a typical girl and loves shoes) and keeps dragging them out and trying to put them on. If I don't look out she too will be better than me soon. Fun and games.