As you might expect, the Olympics have taken center stage in our household this week. Owen loves watching the luge and the ski jump and wants to know the name of every athlete on the screen. Scott and I get a kick out of the inevitable moment when the announcers tell you how old the athletes were when they started their sport. Seems like a key to being an Olympic skier is to have your parents start you on skis at age 2 or 3. Check.
Last weekend Owen got to try out the skis for real. He and Scott did 4 runs on the beginner lift and I think Owen would have kept going all day long. He loved riding the chair, finished each run in near histarical laughter, and was shouting, "I want go AGAIN!" as Scott laid exhausted in the snow.
Josh also got to experience snow for the first time. It won't be long before he's chasing his brother down the hill.
As a side note: this is the first Olympics where I really feel OLD. Occasionally, you hear that one of the athletes is over 30, but the vast majority are so. much. younger than us. Sad.