Winter Wonderland: The Revenge
Last month, we embarked on our third winter skiing trip of the season. We had learnt our lessons this time though, oh yes. This time we won’t leave stupidly late. This time we will ensure we have more time. This time we will get to ski.
There was only one way to ensure this would happen: stay overnight and make a weekend of it.
I had dreams of a wonderfully relaxed weekend away… and, surprisingly, it was… well, mostly!
Friday Fun Day
As we are an incredibly unorganised bunch we decided that there was really no need to pack the night before we went away. Why would we? After all, it wouldn’t take long would it?
Inevitably, the same thing happened that always happens. The boys slept terribly the night before. We were tired. We were grumpy. We really didn’t feel like packing. The result of which was it took hours to pack, get the kids sorted and get the car packed. HOURS!
You really would think we had learnt our lesson by now. We go away fairly regularly to visit family and friends so we really should have this down to a fine art. Alas no.
By lunchtime, we were on our way and dreams of getting a few hours skiing in were quickly squashed as we realised we were going to arrive far too late.
So straight to dinner it was. We decided to get the bus into town. There is a bus stop just down the road the guy in the hotel said. Not far he said. Technically he was right, it wasn’t far. It was, however, a complete mission in deep snow and with two three-year-olds.
Eventually, we were whizzing our way into town and the boys were screaming in delight at being on a bus.
We found a little local restaurant; the food was lovely but the boys had had enough. Too much travelling and not enough sleep makes for two very grumpy boys. Not even iPad bribery did the trick.
On the way home, we introduced the boys to another first. With some food in their belly they suddenly had their second (or was it their third, I am not sure) wind and we started a snow-ball fight. It was so much fun to watch the boys shreak with laughter and it is definitely up there with some of my fondest memories. I was not so sure about them all ganging up on me though!
We were staying in a hotel, by which I mean all four of us were in the same room. In terms of parenting holiday, this is NOT the dream as it means you all go to sleep at early o’clock. Still I guess we needed energy for the next day.
Saturday – the big winter ski day
The next day we took to the slopes. We were there for ten. You heard me right: ten. Unheard of. We finally got parked in the car park we always wished we could park in. We got everyone dressed in their ski gear and made our way to the learning area. The boys were excited, all three of them. Bob L and Bob D had a discussion on the way to the slopes about how much they like skiing because it means MacDonald’s for lunch. Memories like elephants those two!
So this is the part that will surprise you: we actually managed to get the boys strapped into their skis and both had a shot of going down the slope in between daddy’s legs.
Bob D went down the slopes twice. When asked if he wanted to do it again, he simply said: “No thanks, I am fine. I went skiing and ready for MacDonald’s now”.
Bob L, on the other hand, decided skiing was definitely for him and gate crashed the ski school. He was under the fence and into the ski area before we knew where we were. It meant a rather undignified me scrambling over the fence to fetch him. Muttering my embarrassments as Bob L shotued “L want ski school, ski school, PLLLEEASSSEEEEE”.
We thought that seeing as he was showing such enthusiasm we should look into lessons but we were told he had to be four. Bob L was crushed that he was sixth-months too young to join in the fun. He wasn’t buying it when we tried to say he could do it next year, as that is “ages away”!
All things considered though, I am going to go so far as to say that this day was a relative success. We went on a skiing holiday and made it skiing. About chuffing time!
Sunday Winter Snowboard Day
We were super lucky that on the Sunday there were snowboarding championships happening nearby.
We decided to go and check it out and it was pretty amazing to see the pros at work.
The boys were pretty unimpressed though; it was cold, with a lot of standing around and they couldn’t see much as everything was happening so far away.
At this stage, we decided to call it day. We had already checked out our hotel and thought we should just head home. Quit while we were ahead.