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The stabbing pain in my sinuses – whether from allergies or cold, the ability to string words together and form a coherent, amusing sentences is simply beyond me.
It makes this the perfect day to share a quick clip of our ski vacation.
The backstory: In order to avoid a repeat of the previous day and acquiring zero footage of The Tackler skiing during his first ski trip, I called early in the day to find out exactly when and where he would be.
The place: A tiny, out of the way green trail away from all lifts, out of view of other trails.
The time: I was told their arrival was imminent. In reality, nearly an hour passed between imminent and The Tackler’s group arrival to The Spot. An hour I spent standing/sitting and bored out of my skull for fear of repeating the day before. There was no warm, comfortable way to sit or stand in ski boots on a mountainside, but I was not going to miss the chance. Again.
The group: There were four kids with the instructor, a different person from his previous two days. One little girl was in cling wrap mode, challenging the instructor to get anything accomplished. The Tackler was also placed in a group above his skill level. Pairing these two things together resulted in a rather bored and cold Tackler.
The result: I have one decent clip of The Tackler skiing after ninety minutes of waiting and watching.
But at least I have one*. Here the Tackler demonstrates why he was on the flattest trail possible – his lack of braking ability. This is an excellent way to use skis to run someone over – if you’re more than three feet tall.*No Tacklers or Moms were harmed in the making of this video.