Next up was hitting the slopes. Mom never actually got a picture of me in my skis on the snow (she was too busy trying to keep herself from falling!) but it did happen. I scooted a few times and insisted on stealing mom's ski poles (how come I don't have poles?). I liked watching the chair lift and all the big kids snowboarding. Dad, can I go up there?
All this fresh air has made me hungry, so we hit the lodge for some lunch.
I'm going to go skiing again soon so I can be faster than Grandpa! Mom will try to get some more pictures then.
