Will had his very first ski lesson on Sunday. It lasted 1 hour and his teacher's name was Ally. He made us all proud by going down the hills, falling, getting up, skiing the rest of the way, riding the conveyer lift and trying again, and again, and again. In the meantime, Max played in the snow and sat by the fire with Dad, eating oranges. By the end Will was able to travel double digit feet on his own (and not one complaint about being cold, even when eating snow). We won't lie, he was tired and hungry and happy to get the skis off, but his legend has grown in his own head and already he can't wait to get back out there.