Olympic Hopefulls we are NOT.

Skiing is hard.

It's harder when you're 31 and you've never tried it before. Of course, Ed has done this before so he made us all look even more pitiful, but don't worry, karma came around and kicked him in the rump. (More on that later). I was SO proud of all the kids for trying so hard...

But Brooke and Christina had the most traumatic start to their day! We all agreed that starting on the bunny trail was the best idea. At the bottom there was a neat moving walkway that carried you right back to the top. APPARENTLY Christina and Brooke don't know the difference between an escalator (as we called it) and a SKI LIFT. About 15 minutes into our day they disappeared. We assumed they were on another of the beginner slopes and didn't pay much mind. After an hour we started to really worry. Ed and I had both left our phones in the Suburban and we started to wonder that maybe they'd been hurt and were sitting in an emergency room somewhere battered and bruised.

IMAGINE my relief when they finally showed up!! Turns out, they had accidently made their way onto the biggest of the ski lifts and were forced to, as they put it, walk, crawl, roll or slide down the slope. I'm still not sure how they missed the huge EXPERTS ONLY sign, but I'm glad they had an adventure!


From L-R

Brooke, random snowboarder, Christina & Dominick




Ed and I early on in the day before we felt the full effect of putting dormant muscles to use.

Just cause I'm funny like that: