The first winter Noah was walking, we strapped on the skis and took him outside to the nearest snow. Poor kid. He was about 20 months old:
[this used to be a silly photo of a kid barely standing on skis]
It made a funny photo, but this was the reality at the actual ski slope:
[this was a photo of me in winter weather gear, hauling Noah around in a hiking backpack]
We've persisted in trying again each year.
[this was a photo of Fritz trying to teach Noah to ski]
And you know, it's getting better. But we're slowed down by things like a younger sibling, a pregnant mother, and finding the time and patience to drive to the mountains.
[this was a photo of Noah actually standing, somewhat competently, in skis]
This year appears to be a bit of a sweet spot for Noah. He's developed the muscle strength and endurance to actually spend 3 hours at a time on the slope. He's still 5 years old, meaning that his lift ticket is free. He can manage the car ride to the mountains and back. And he's figured out how to stop on a slope without falling over (Hallelujah!). It's so freaking exciting. We're scheduling up his weekends to get in as much slope time as possible this season.
I can't wait until we all can join him!