To give you an idea of how much our French is progressing, we thought we had signed the kids up for two days of ski school, but we had actually only bought their ski passes. By the time we realized our mistake, ski school was full, which meant that Ethan got to run his own little ski school--haha!
Baylor and Emory picked it up quickly and had a ball.
This chick, on the other hand...
Gave me an ulcer.
Ethan taught all three to "make a pizza slice" with their skis if they needed to slow down.
Baylor and Emory totally got that.
Kennedy didn't make a wedge once.
As soon as she'd get off the chairlift, she'd put those skis straight out and fly down the mountain! Every time she fell or got tangled up in a net, she'd lose at least one ski, goggles and a mitten or two.
Me: Kennedy--why aren't you making your pizza slice? Do you not understand how to do it?
Ken: Because I like to go fast.
Me: You can still go kinda fast but be under control too if you make the pizza slice. Then you won't fall and have to put all of your stuff back on.
Ken: No, thank you. I'll just go really fast.
The beginner slopes have a teleski lift that pulls you up to the top of the mountain. Inevitably, one of our kids or one of the ski school kids would wipeout on the teleski, let go of the bar, and the workers would go get them and put them back on. No big deal.
Kennedy, on the other hand, would fall off of her skis, but hang on to the bar while the worker is running next to her yelling, "Arret!" and Ethan and I are somewhere behind her yelling for her to let go. Every time she would fall off her skis somewhere between the base and the top and let it drag her all the way up. Hysterical! Wish I had a picture.
Super Besse was awesome. We had lots of laughs and the kids loved learning how to ski. Cheers to the French school calendar!!! And God bless the skiers and snowboarders who dodged Ken for two days straight!
