Real Skier!

Sunday morning, Steve, Carson and I headed up to The Canyons to let Carson practice. I was nervous cause I'm afraid I can't help him properly. Turns out I was scared for nothing. We skied for about 2 1/2 hours straight. I can't tell you how many times we went down that hill. After the first time, maybe two, Carson just took off. Steve said he skied like me - point them downhill and go. But he could also turn, though not so good when I was hollering at him to try. If he needed to turn, he would. He fell most every time down except a few times, but never minded it. One time he fell so that he popped out of both skis. Last time down he fell for no reason, and that's when we knew it was time to go home. We got no argument from him. Oh and last time we got off the chair lift he was trying to do it himself. He hopped off too early, fell on his face, and the lift just went completely over him. He just laughed.

He got Old McDonald's Happy Meal that day for his outstanding performance.

"Mommy, I just whooshed down that hill!"