Asher on Skis

A few weeks ago Jon's cousin invited us to go with her husband's family up to a local ski resort for night skiing. Ski rentals were really cheap so we decided to get Asher a little pair of skis and take him down the bunny hill.

He really enjoyed getting the skis on and was really excited about "skeen". There was just about NOTHING sweeter in the world than Jon walking around with Rose in the backpack and and little Asher in the smallest skis I've ever seen.

We didn't take him on the lift, even though Jon really wanted to. I was just too terrified he would fall off and so I insisted we just take him down the "magic carpet" (imagine a flat escalator in the snow). Jon held him between his legs and tried to get Asher to do a "snow plow". Ash really liked it for about two times down and then he threw a tantrum. Jon took him down several more times but he screamed the whole way. I think he was cold and ready to get the weird things off his feet. Jon was kind of disappointed because he REALLY wanted Asher to like it. Once upon time in high school Jon was quite the ski bum and I think he'd always fantasized about how it would be to take his little boy skiing for the first time... I don't think he imagined a screaming, kicking fireball.

I had to remind Jon that Asher is still REALLY little for skiing and that next year he will probably be really excited about it... hopefully.

Rose also got to go skiing. I took her down the hill in my backpack (remember we didn't ride the lift so don't panic) and I got THE funniest looks. I don't think she was too impressed though because she fell asleep pretty quick. Oh, and just so you know it is a strange feeling to downhill ski with twenty extra pounds of cute blue fluff on your back.