Skiing Young

We spent most of the week between Christmas and New Year's in Fernie - our favourite hangout.
All last year Evan was dying to try skiing. Whenever we'd go out he'd practice on our skis by laying them out in the front yard and pretending to ski. He would even bend his knees and pretend to be careening down the hill, and then fall over yelling, "crash!"
We figured that this year he would be old enough. Some friends with experience in this sort of thing recommended that we start by going down the hill with him standing on our skis.
Adam went out with him a few times and then I went down. We even braved the Deer chairlift which was a total thrill for him - at least the getting on and off parts. We spent most of the middle part of the trip discussing why the chairlift is so high up and how much longer it would be until we got to the top.
At any rate, skiing is a total hit with Evan. We definitely have to get his skis fitted for boots before we go out again; as long as we can convince him not to turn to snowboarding, that is. You see, our friend Joel has told Evan that snowboarding is much cooler than skiing so Evan is determined to be a snowboarder! I told him that once he is comfortable skiing, he can try boarding. Then, we'll move him on to the teles. He can follow in my snowprints, though I am guessing that he'll progress through the sports about twenty years faster than I did.
As for Oliver - I doubt he'll have much trouble keeping up with his big bro in a few years. He is jumping like a mad man - in my arms, in his exersaucer and in the jolly jumper. He'll have legs of steel by the time he's one!
"Peace in" (Evan's response to Peace out - and I like it) and all the best of the new year.
Jo Larson with Oliver, Finn and Meredith