

Yesterday Simon and I went on a double date with one of my best friends and her son (Simon's first friend). We took them snowboarding. My friend is a great snowboarder and her son has been skiing a number of times. Whereas, this was Simon's first time and well I, I am not a snowboarder or skier. I would rather watch from the lodge and sip my hot chocolate. But this time, I wanted to spend some bonding time with my little man. Since I don't snowboard, I got Simon a lesson and then took him down a few times until it closed. I tried to go down on my board and help him but I just wasn't coordinated enough so I ditched the board and went on foot.


This is the part of snowboarding/skiing that causes me the most anxiety, the ski-lift. It's the getting off part. I fell every time and Simon fell almost every time and I had to hurry and drag him away before we got hit by the next people. Because we were on the bunny hill, the guy who was suppose to be watching so he could stop the lift if he needed to, was working on some project and never looked out the window. He never stopped the lift, even when Simon's arm was caught and it almost took him around hanging from the chair. We were quite the specticle but we laughed each time we face planted into the snow and had a really fun time.

Simon did awsome!!! He's going to be quite the little snowboarder! Especially once he gets some more practice with his daddy.

He was so tired after a day of learning to snowboard but still begging to go again. Unfortunately, right when we got to the entrance of the ski-lift, they closed the gate and our snowboarding adventure was over.