Part of Jonas' tradition with our ski trip is being sick. Poor kid! I was so bummed on Sunday when he told me he wasn't feeling good and that his stomach was hurting. Nooooo. He'd had a cough that wasn't getting any better either. . . and in fact got a little worse in Silverton (he coughed on and off the entire night, but luckily he slept through most of it . . . probably not his best sleep, but it could have been worse). But he still did awesome. On his first run he just zoomed right on down - fast and slick. He scared us a little because he thinks he's soooo good. Luckily he fell a couple of times to humble himself and to teach him some caution. :)
Miles was so great. Now Jonas has more natural abilities and was always a little faster, but Miles was more in-control of his skiing and cautious. He did great and just loved it. He just kept going and going and going. Each day wanting to get in another run or 2 when everybody else was done. It was great watching him love it. He even did one of the more "advanced" runs - going down the face of the mountain - a few times.