Yesterday we went to
Brantling (a ski place in
Sodus). The plan was for Ambrose to get on skis for the first time. While he was getting fitted
Blaise kept saying 'I
ki, I
ki' (translation: I ski, I ski). So we got a pair of skis for him too, the smallest pair they own which just happen to be 2 sizes larger then what he wears. Both Ambrose and
Blaise had an hour lesson with a private instructor. Funny thing, when the instructor for
Blaise came up you could almost read what he was thinking in his head - 'this is going to be the longest hour of my life'. I'm sure Justin (
Blaise's instructor) was much more willing to teach someone interested in snowboarding or someone older. But
Blaise turned on his charm, giggled through the hour and had Justin in the palm of his hand. He learned how to 'pizza' his skis and put his hands on his knees and went down a tiny slope with the biggest smile on his face, fell and got right back up and did it again . . . repeat, repeat, repeat.
Ambrose also learned to 'pizza' and 'french fry' during his lesson while also getting assistance to go up the tow. He did a great job and showed me after lunch how he loves to french fry or go really fast down the hill. He would fly down and stop at the last second, smile and go do it all again.
No fear, all fun, what a great day!