Today Jordan and I were working on cleaning up her bedroom which was a total disaster. This chore involved sorting out a million pieces to just as many toys, organizing the toys, and putting them in their proper place (to stay there only until Jordan decides that it's time to rip everything out of her closet just for fun, which means maybe an hour of organization?) As we were putting away her toys, Jordan noticed that her new skis were standing in the corner of her closet. She then proceeded to pull them out, chanting, "Go skiing mama?" I then explained to her that there needed to be snow outside for us to go skiing and that we would surely be able to use them in just a few weeks (fingers crossed).
Once we were done with our cleaning chore, I flipped on the television and lo and behold, there was a Warren Miller movie on one of our HBO channels. Jordan immediately acknowledged the sport with another chirp, "Skiing mama?" She was mesmerized by the extreme skiers, jumping off cliffs into the unknown, then silently schussing as they carved elegant S turns down the mountainside. I have to wonder what is going through her little mind, and how she perceives herself skiing even though she hasn't even done it yet. Even if she doesn't "get it" yet, I'm hoping that some gradual exposure will help prepare her to ski in a few weeks.
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