Success in the snow. If your expectations were set right.

There were some ideas that Sal would want to ski.

There were other ideas that we wouldn’t get burned out on each other over 4 days.

Let’s just say that Sal got to have some snowball fights – which he enjoyed.  Surprising his mother in his delight with them. Surprising me with his willingness to get snowball after snowball and keep on going.  You’ll notice that I’m not the one wearing a snowball on their head.  He was a little odd though, in that he didn’t really feel comfortable throwing a snowball at me unless I was looking the other way.  I’m not sure if that was because he didn’t want a snowball coming at him or if he didn’t want me to know it was him that did it or he just wanted me to be a more vulnerable victim…but I’d bet it was the vulnerable victim given his previous tendencies.

We went sledding a few times too – but never found the right combination of length of hill, grade of hill, and ease of climbing back up said hill, for it to become more interesting to Sal than snowballs.  For instance, on the way back up the hill, he’s more than happy to stop and make snowballs, even while I’m carrying/throwing him back up the hill.  He’s very happy actually.

I mean, he’s absolutely giddy with the idea of throwing a snowball at me.  Notice in this movie below, how he’s excited enough to fall and still laugh. And almost fall again.  And fall down laughing (possibly caused by the laughing?) after throwing it at me. So how could sledding (which in this case, ended with him popping up into the air and landing pretty much on his face to get a layer of powder across his noggin…in addition to the layer that he received by being the guy in the front) be more fun than that?

Skiing is probably another 2 years off.  The attention span just isn’t there and we’d just be the parents forcing a kid to do something when they’d much rather be doing something else.  A cheaper something else even. Plus he seems into Keno.

It kind of is a tough balancing act, where we want to make sure he’s adventurous and ambitious…but without being overbearing and burning him out.  Already, his home is too cushy where he’d rather be at home than elsewhere.  And when I take a look at his home life – sure, why wouldn’t anyone want that over anything else?  I’m looking into ways to make his home life more miserable…

Anyway, more of the snow action in the flickr stream.