Thanks for all the excellent feedback folks. Here's how it went down last weekend. We arrived Friday night and decided not to make a big deal out of going to the resort, but just show up at the pace the kids dictated. We got there at 9:30 and asked them if they wanted to:
B) go tubing
C) go bowling with mom (or something else)
So the little girl says "I wanna ski!" so I head over to the ski school desk with her. The boy was leaning towards tubing. Unfortunately we got there too late so all classes were booked, and there weren't any instructors available for privates at all. I got one adult ticket and one child ticket and headed back to our lodge campsite. When we got back there the 7 year old boy says "I decided to ski today too". I explained that there are no lessons available so everyone will ski with me today
. Since his little sis asked first and since I took him skiing last time I told him that she gets to go first. He got her boots on and headed out. We waddled around the flats for a few minutes and made some practice pizzas then got in the massive lift line. It was how she would react to the lift that I most wanted to see. I think that is what went wrong last year causing her to panic and bail out of the her last lesson altogether. She LOVED riding the lift with daddy. As expected I spent 40% of the slope time with her holding her from behind and the other 60% skiing backwards in front of her holding her tips most of the time. Our velcro edgie wedgie bombed out so I made a mental note to grab the bungee with clamps version from the bag in the lodge later. We got two full runs in on the green before we were both ready for a break (almost an hour and a half with the lines).
We went back to "Camp Lodgemom" and I had some water while the boy booted up. I took him out the door and at the top of the stairs down to the ground (about 8 stairs) he starts panicking and whimpering that he wants me to carry him down there. I wasn't about to carry a 7 year old crying kid down the stairs, but I'm far from a meanie too so I just got down to his level and talked him through negotiating the stairs in the ski boots As we finished the bottom step and stood looking to see that our gear was still in the same place I left it..... it dawned on me that I LEFT THE FREAKIN EDGIE WEDGIE IN THE BAG back at Camp Lodgemom
. He was skiing mostly on his own with it last time so I stood and contemplated going back for it then just blew it off knowing that it was time for him to learn to ski without it. The first run was pretty much like skiing with his little sister, first holding him from behind between my legs for about the first quarter of the run then going switch and holding his boots then tips in a snowplow for the rest of the run-letting go for brief periods of time as he skied towards me then grabbing them when he started to get in to trouble. The slope was VERY crowded. On the lift back up he saw an instructor taking some beginners through the terrain park doing a little slalom around the features. He asked if he could go ski there and I said, sure thing, let's go for it. I skied along side of him grabbing his jacket to give him a push to either side when needed. I let him get a bit too far away and had to scramble a bit to prevent him from getting too close to a lift tower well. He made some really great snowplows, along with some good near fall recoveries the rest of the way down turning left and right when I asked him to while giving him a little space. He ended the run with a super snowplow stop and said he was hungry. It was then 12:35 and our morning half day session had ended so we trudged back in to the insanity of the lodge to discuss afternoon options. They decided they would rather go bowling then ski more that day so we proceeded to de-boot, pack up our stuff, and go find a decent place to get lunch. Being that this was MLK Saturday the mobs helped persuade us that we had enough skiing Saturday morning. We went to the shop and I let them pick out some stickers on the way out.
I had given them the choice of what THEY wanted to do and they chose skiing first! Yay
And, the goals were surpassed:
6 year old girl conquered her phobia of the ski lifts. The green triple wasn't very high at all thank God!
7 year old boy skied, turned both ways, and made good solid stops with no edgie wedgie.
Sunday it rained so we did other local tourist stuff around Asheville.
Monday morning they opted to head home and I stayed and shredded the place myself, no lines, nice sunny day, decent coverage too. Good thing we took two cars
It all worked out for the best when I just quit trying to plan every little detail and slowed down to let them dictate some things.
Only problem now is that I'll probably have to manage two kids on the next day trip that I invite one of them on. I guess we can just hang out over at the magic carpet run until they can both ski solo well enough that I can manage them both myself on a real green. Fortunately, those trips usually involve leaving at 6 am so I am probably save for another year or two. I may wrangle mom for one more trip this spring if they want to go again this year.
See you folks out there. I'll probably be at Blue Knob for a couple hours Sunday February 21st.