Drove up to Big Bear yesterday to have some fun in the snow with our neighbors. We thought it may be fun to teach our 3 year olds how to ski. $300 later we found out that 3 year olds don't like to ski (at least our two 3 year olds). In our case, Penny is OCD about clothing. She got those ski boots on and wasn't able to get over the tight feeling. She cried and cried and latest about 10 minutes on the skis. I was able to get her back on them a few hours later and pull her around for another 10 minutes. But, basically, she and her friend, Olivia, had fun playing in the snow. Who wouldn't at 3? I actually think she would have liked skiing if it wasn't for the shoes. She is pretty daring and loves the outdoor. But alas, skiing does take a bit of skill/coordination which I remembered when I went down the bunny hill screaming my head off. After 20 years away from skiing, one doesn't always remember how to ski gracefully down a hill. Basically, I couldn't remember how to stop (pizza slice, pizza slice) and since the last time I went skiing there are a ton of annoying snowboarders everywhere, it was like a friggin' human obstacle course! I didn't want to hit one of them so I made myself fall. Then I could't remember how to get up. This older lady of a ski instructor came over and was giving me directions but I am not so good with verbal instructions so she was getting annoyed with me. Finally, she said the magic words "If you get stuck and can't get up just take the boot off the ski." Duh. Well, she didn't say "duh" but I felt like she said that in her head. I could have gave up, I was after all, that embarrassing lady going down the hill, that Goldie Hawn character from the movie "Bird on Wire" who screamed her head off to Mel Gibson after finding a cockroach in the shower...but I felt like I needed to conquer my fear. Plus, for once in my life I wanted to be athletic. So I made myself go down the hill two more times. I must say, I improved and I would have gone more but I felt bad having my neighbor watch my daughter, so I returned to watch Penny and let hubby go for a few runs. A few hours went by before he returned. I had fun playing with the girls in the snow and then some other friends of mine who were in town showed up. We had a quick catch up with them and took some photos as my friend, Miguel has never been to snow before (Boy, did he ever get an introduction, courtesy of a snow storm on Sunday). Our trip to Big Bear was a quick 24 hour one but it was just enough for us non-snow people. I know you are thinking that I am from Michigan but alas, after being in LA for almost 20 years, I have turned into a cold wuss. After skiing we grabbed some pizza with our friends and then headed back to LA before a big snow storm hit. It was actually pounding snow as we drove down the mountain. We went from Snow, to fog, to rain to perfection of our neighborhood all in a course of 2 hours.
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