Bekah decked out in her skiing garb. We rented the skis, boots and "Edgie Wedgie" (that keeps the tips of the skis from coming too far apart) from the rental shop, and Bekah fretted every time that darn Wedgie came off. By the way, we forgot the "mommy camera," so these were shot on the cell phone, which means that black blur on the lower left is the phone case.Mind you, Seth has been on skis for decades. I have only been on them a dozen or so times, and only after I starting dating Seth. So when Seth said that Bekah was old enough to go skiing, I relied on his expert alpine opinion.
Not that I'm trying to prove Seth wrong in any way. We saw kids younger than Bekah going up the rope tow and down the bunny hill without any assistance. And we saw kids only a year or two older than Bekah going down hills steeper than I've ever dared try. But this is BEKAH that we had with us--you know, the girl who refuses to put her head under water, the girl who refuses to be carried piggy-back up the stairs, the girl who refuses to climb the toys at McDonald's because she's "afraid of heights."
So it's safe to assume that she was quite timid on the slopes. In fact, she got to the point where she refused to have me let go of her so she could ski the five-foot gap between me and Seth who skied backwards and slightly ahead of us.
Andrea and Bekah coming down the hill. Note the look of trepidation on the four-year-old's face.Not to say that the day was a waste. Bekah now knows that in order to slow down or stop, she needs to make a triangle with her skis. She knows that she would much prefer to go up the hill on the tow rope than come down. She knows that it's hard to stand back up after falling down in skis. And she knows that, no matter how slowly she begs her mom to go, she'll always beat her daddy in a race.