Seems strangely appropriate for us crazy folks, that when the weather gets cold, we pack up and head...somewhere much colder. We get up early every day to drive up a winding treacherous snowy road, pay an exorbitant fee to strap boards to our feet and throw ourselves off a mountainside.
Theres absolutely nothing as great as a holiday in the snow. I am very fortunate to have married into a family who love to ski and so have been over the last few years have been discovering the delights of an annual ski holiday in wanaka.
Not that Ive had anytime up the mountain yet - mothering must be done where ever we are, (although am importing grandmothers today to provide childcare arrangements!) but I just love being here, the air is crisp and the scenery stunning, life is good.
Dad took Big Brother up the mountain on our first day, and he had his second time on skiis (not so keen but plenty of time to work on that). It might have been due to the fact I hadn't tried on his ski suit before we left home, and wouldn't you know he's grown about 4 inches since last year. The pants came to just below his knees and the crutch was somewhere up near his belly button. He must have felt cold and partially dissected even before we put him on skis and pushed him down the learners slope. To add insult to injury our friend started calling him Bruno. (He's the proud recipient of a new birthday ski suit you'll be pleased to know. Stand by for his 21st to see the pictures!)
I'm in two minds about how much strapping to a board I'll get in this year. The first mind is in dilemna regarding rather fresh memories of changing nappies for 6 weeks while in plaster with broken wrist. (Wasnt even very spectacular fall, just wimped out on icy track trying to show off to my husband.) The other mind is on my precious cargo. Although the dragon would love a bit of rough and tumble and fresh mountain air. I know this one will be as much of a dare devil as the other two - theres no chance of escaping those genes.
So we'll see how the days pan out - hopefully its snowing like a demon up there today, and we can have a family day up the hill on Treble Cone ski field, at least to sledge on the learners slope, build snowmen and wallow in powder, while looking at THE most beautiful view in the world. I don't think I'll be able to resist a gentle peruse down the Beginners slope, complete with body amour and wrist guards.
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