When we were in Aspen, there were only a limited number of activities we could do with the boy, seeing as his only form of transportation is either on one of our hips, or on his hands and knees. Crawling and ice cold snow/pavement aren't exactly a match made in heaven, so we limited his time outdoors. We did take him sledding one afternoon though, which as with most new activities,
he was pretty blase about; I think Mom and Dad definitely had a better time getting their thrill on the bunny slope!
When we first arrived at the hill, we figured it would be best to do an adult-only trial run to see just how out of control the little piece of plastic beneath our rump could get. So being the adventurous daredevil I am (can you sense my sarcasm?!), I volunteered for the job. Let's just say it was a damn good thing I wasn't trying to clutch onto Hayes as I pounded down the hill, bump after bump, body being thrown in the air. Okay, maybe I'm being a bit dramatic, but it hurt! And it took everything I had to hold onto the reigns and avoid being thrown from the sled!
For round two, Grant decided to try his luck with a solo mission down the other side of the hill.
Using his feet as a clever way to break his speed, he took off down the mountain with much more success than I had experienced.
Thinking we had figured out the best way to engage in sledding in a controlled way, it was Hayes' turn next. He piled in on top of Dad and they took off. What we didn't realize was that when Grant was using his feet to brake as he forayed down the hill, the spray of the snow had nowhere to go but back into the path the sled was taking, which meant that Hayes was experiencing his very own, personal snow storm in the face!
Needless to say, the boy wasn't very happy when he reached the bottom, absolutely covered in snow.
Grant, on the other hand, thought it was hilarious... ;-)
Not wanting that to be his one and only experience with sledding and snow sports (if you fall off a horse, you gotta get right back on, right?), we did a few more runs on an even smaller hill (more like a snow bank) and took some video...
Maybe his overall experience would have been slightly better had we dressed him the proper way... Although he was decked out in a rad snowsuit, his California-bred Dad didn't quite understand which way the zipper on the bib of the pants should face so Hayes sported his outfit backwards the entire time...
Lucky for him, beach attire in Maui is pretty straightforward :)