3rd Day Skiing: Thomas joins

This morning Léna said she didn't want to go to ski. When I asked why, she replied: "Well, I might have to pee." She went anyways and had a good time.

When Thomas and I started out to ski today, we ran into Estelle out with her group.

When Thomas and I arrived at the mid-low-base of the mountain to get back on the lift, lo and behold there was Estelle and her group.

Check me out, Mom.  I'm up here where you and Dad are.

Today we had lunch at a restaurant, outside on the terrace in the sun.  After, Thomas took Estelle out on the slopes for her first real skiing experience, wearing no pinney, and not with her coach.  He took her all the way up to the top on the mountain on the chairlift, and she skied all the way down, by herself, with him behind but no help from him, never fell.   I find this amazing.  The child has been on skis a total of 12.5 hours of her life.
Meanwhile, how to keep Her Highness occupied while Daddy & Estelle are up the mountain:

Here's the paper-maché King which was going to be burned late in the afternoon.
Is anyone else reminded of Bob Dog from Mr. Rogers when you look at this photo?

Finally we looked over and there came Estelle & Thomas on their way back: strangely you must take a short T-bar to get back up to the station from the bottom of the mountain.

So comfortable she can wave.  I can barely keep standing up on those dang things.

 Meanwhile:
When we got back at 4:30, it was time to make some crepes.

Nothing like raclette!

A few older photos from Sunday & Monday

This is what happened in the afternoon after Day One of skiing:

A few photos from Sunday afternoon when it snowed, snowed, snowed.  We had just picked up the rental skis and the girls tried them on in the yard.  We dragged them around.

Much fun to be had in the snow in the yard:

Sunday morning we found this park in the village with the girls' favorite things:  swings!

I heard Léna over on the swing murmuring something over and over.  When I went up to her, I realized she was singing a little ditty Martha made up last summer:  "Léna likes to swing, swing, swing, Léna likes to swing, yes she does.  Up to the blue sky down to the green grass up to the blue sky, down to the green grass."  (we changed it to 'down to the white snow')

Here's another favorite pasttime:  drinking hot chocolate.

So far, so good on this trip.  Lying on the bed Saturday afternoon with that migraine, I did think to myself, well, things can only get better after this.  I was right!