It started as a fight. Rob carried Robbie down the lift--the result was a tantrum (after all, can't he ski by himself already?). The lift made Robbie forget he was ever mad, but once at the top, all forgiveness was forgotten. Robbie wanted to zoom down the hill with out anyone holding him or telling him what to do. "But how are you going to stop at the bottom?" Rob asked. It didn't really matter. Dad was totally ruining Robbie's Big-Boy-Skier fantasy. If we asked him to put his tips together, he's parallel and we'd have to sprint to catch him. After enough falls, he was done. We went home and bought an Edgie Wedgie (the little thing that keeps the tips together). Maybe next time, he'll be able to slow down. As for Ty, he probably had more fun. He was at home eating popsicles with Grandpa Haas.
2 comments:
You guys do a lot of fun stuff in the snow! Looks like you are having a great winter. There is a lot more to do than good ol' Kirksville.
Been thinking A LOT about you lately. Will you please email or call me? 801-425-7876
Love ya!
Nat
Post a Comment