This was NOT my first time to ski! In fact, I have been skiing many times before! But that was before I had children.
You know, safety dictates that you don't ski while you're pregnant and then there's the whole issue of being unable to leave your children behind because they must have the sustenance that only your body can provide. Multiply that by two and you've got about six years that you can't "hit the slopes." So, when you are physically able to either separate yourself from your babies or bring them along, you've forgotten about how good a skier you might have been, you've lost all confidence and you literally HIT the slopes.
Well, that's my story anyway. There were a couple of spectacular displays of "hitting the slopes" provided by this black-clad, masked skier:
Notice the novice, confidence lacking wedge displayed in the above picture! One of my spectacular displays involved getting on the ski lift. It was quite embarrassing, and I don't think I can bear to relay it to all of the blogosphere.
I eventually managed to look fairly presentable and even skied with my children (this was their first time). It was a beautiful 27 degree day. It snowed the entire day...sometimes very heavily! We loved it! We were grateful for good, warm equipment to keep us warm. After I took a ski break to go buy some socks that actually prevented frost bite to my toes, I was quite comfy.
We did the bunny slopes over and over with the kiddos until they insisted we ride the ski lifts and "go to another mountain." Thus the following picture of the Black Masked Novice pretending to be confident enough in her skills to take her own flesh and blood down the NOT A BUNNY slope!
I guess it all worked out, because I didn't injure or kill my kiddos and our daughter was able to take this snapshot of us (minus my black mask) at the end of the day!