Not so smooth...

The girls and Tom have been skiing for the last six Saturdays. I have been shopping, cleaning, exercising, sleeping and even once I was watching them ski. But I never ski. I have a bad neck. I have a spare tire. I have a baby. What I really have is a lot of excuses. So yesterday, I skied. Tom said I learned four weeks of lessons in one trip down the hill. Sounds okay until you hear how I got to the top of the hill... No instruction was given to me by my (not so) darling hubby. And he sent Alix with me. She was really excited about going with me (until we hit the top). We got on okay. The view is great. We're half way up and I realize I don't know how to get off. (Should have thought of that before I got on...) So Brooke is behind us, yelling instructions to me (she's nicer than Tom...) that I can't really hear and we get to the top. Apparently you just stand up and then ski down this little hill. Well, Alix told me I had to help her. Help her? I can't even help myself! We stood up too late and I totally knocked us both down. My ski came off, Alix banged her head on the snow. The guy came running over to save us and three other skiers crashed around us while trying to avoid the pile up. Tom, Erin and Brooke were laughing like crazy. So were about 15 other skiers. Awesome. I tried blaming it on the four year old, but it was quickly obvious that she is a better skier than I... Round two. No Alix at least. The guy at the top saw me coming and started laughing... Not a good sign. I did manage to fall again, but I think it was a much more graceful fall... It was a great day, and I really did do okay as long as I was far from the top of the chairlift. Oh - and Alix has said she will NEVER ride the chairlift with me again...