It could be a cliché from a MasterCard commercial, but after spending money on clothing, skis, lift tickets, and lessons, I finally got to ski with Isaac and Golda on Saturday.  It was their third week of classes and the first week when they got to take the chair lift up and ski down.  Isaac was pretty comfortable by the time I got him at the end of class but Golda hadn't skiied down on her own.  With some encouragement, she was able to make it down by herself, doing the snow plow (or "pizza wedge", as they now call it) the whole way down.  Thanks to short lift lines, we were able to make three more runs, and each time she got more comfortable.

 

For now I have a slight edge on skis, but I expect that to evaporate by the end of this season.  If I'm lucky, I'll get another one or two seasons where they're still willing to ski with me.  And maybe a few more where we'll ride the lifts together.