TWO SKI HOLIDAYS A YEAR! It’s non-negotiable! You knew that when we got married!
It was inevitable that I would become a skier. It was in-utero that I heard these words, flung down the stairs in frustration and anguish. Daddy was having to come to terms with the fact that I would turn 9 weeks old as the ski season began, and Mummy was not as keen to hurtle down the black runs as she used to be. He couldn’t fathom it. I think the words “baby-backpack” were used…
Apparently this was acceptable attire in the 90’s. Don’t worry, I’ll raid my savings to get them something way more cool if we get our ski holiday!
They met on a skiing holiday; they came home and instantly booked their next trip. When the time came for a summer break, Daddy stayed at home. Mummy scuba dived without him. Skiing gave him such a buzz that he couldn’t see the point in a beach excursion. In fact, Mummy once insisted on visiting Carmel beach on a road trip of California. He never took his shoes off.
Their ski holidays were full on. A relaxed and sleepy bloke, my Dad would set the alarm for 6.30am, just to see if there was fresh snow. He had to be among the first to make tracks in new powder. And whilst white-out snowstorms saw Mummy heading for the nearest piste-side gluwein vendor, Daddy skied through it and met her at the bottom.
He has mellowed since the arrival of me and The Bug, and now loves being buried in sand on the beach – no, honestly, he does 😉 He is the most fun a Dad can possibly be by the swimming pool. But he has pined for his ski holidays, and asked every year whether we are old enough to be taken.
I’ll confess that I didn’t get it to begin with. Couple of planks on your feet? On the snow? Why would I spend all day with a soggy bottom when I could be building an epic snowman, or making ice-decorations? But I was booked in for my first ski lesson at the indoor slope, the minute after I turned the legitimate age. I never looked back…
It turns out I’m a thrill-seeker (as you’ll know, if you’ve seen any of Daddy’s instagrams of me at Thorpe Park). I stand up against my height chart weekly to see whether I’ve made it to the requisite 1.4 meters required for a ride on Swarm. It is ok to stuff toilet paper into my shoes, isn’t it?
My brother has taken a slightly more timid route to the slopes, mine and Daddy’s preferred adage of “point your skis DOWN!!” not really cutting it with him. But he manned up to the challenge eventually, and managed to produce this:
And the result of his first skiing lesson?
Proud of himself!
Mummy conducted a series of mini interviews with our family. You can see that my brother is well and truly over his nerves! You will also see why Daddy absolutely needs a ski holiday. We are rather worried about him – he is not the man he used to be:
To be fair to Corporate Dad (as he shall henceforth be known, until his recovery is completed), his sentiment is on the nail. Here’s what he really wanted to say in his video clip:
The most exciting thing about a skiing holiday with my kids would be the opportunity to share the biggest passion in my life with them. If they can enjoy it even 50% as much as I do, they’ll have an amazing time, and have something they can take with them for the rest of their lives, to share with their friends and their own families.
So why are we telling you our family skiing story? Well, Mark Warner Holidays are choosing 5 lucky families to be their blogger ambassadors next year, and we really want to join them. There are hundreds of ski tour operators, but here are the reasons why we especially want to be picked by Mark Warner:
- Their recommended and regulated ski schools will teach us to have fun while we’re learning to ski. Knowing we’re safe and happy will leave M&D free to do some slightly more ambitious skiing. Who knows, after their wedding vow renewal this year perhaps they will rekindle the romance that began on the pistes. A second honeymoon is fine by me as long as there is none of that kissy stuff – that’s just yeuch!
- Their fully registered nannies can drop us at ski school – perfect for those powder days when Daddy neeeeeds to be first in the queue on the chair lift 😉
- When we’re not skiing, me and The Bug can join the children’s club. Phew! So we can still make those snowmen, go sledging and all sorts of other fun activities. I might even get to go ice-skating!
- M&D know that chalet catering staff are often some of the best aspiring chefs you’ll find, and they are longing to sip kir royale by a log fire whilst 3 delicious courses are prepared for them. Knowing my brother – the lover of chilli squid – he’ll probably partake of the whole lot too. But I’ll be itching to get back to the kids evening activities, leaving M&D to chill out over dinner. None of that kissy stuff though! 👿
We really cannot wait to begin this new adventure. Will tumbling around the nursery slopes, laughing with his children give Daddy a whole new passion for skiing? Will he come to love watching us master the pizza and chips of ski positions as much as he loves jumping out of a helicopter? Will I ever be that cool teen with the braids who matches her Dad run-for-run through the trees? And will my brother one day outshine us all on a board at the half-pipe?
That part of our family life has to start somewhere. We hope it can start this year…
How could you resist those puppy dog eyes… 😉
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