It's ski school time again, and thank heaven for Whistler-Blackcomb's heavily subsidized local kids' program, and a school system that considers six Mondays of ski school to be a perfectly acceptable form of physical education. Our kids' personalities tend to wind up on the miserable end of the win/lose, jock/reject dualities that pervade team sports, and skiing gives them a chance to develop physical skills in a group setting that is mutually supportive. Plus it's an activity we can regularly enjoy as a family.
Due to the girl's issues, Rob has always accompanied her class as a support person - thankfully, with less and less to do, as her maturity and self-control grow. Consequently, when the class stopped in at the Castle on Blackcomb this afternoon, he was ready with a bag of bird treats and the phone camera:
They cruise up and down the line of outstretched palms, hunting for the raisins and peanuts.
Not the resolution of a DSLR, of course, but not half bad for a phone, eh? (Perhaps Apple will pay me to do a commercial.... )