The classroom was adorable, lots of toys, little tables, it was a lot like Candil Hall, which made me feel a lot better. Wyatt was shy at first, so I stuck around, showing him toys, and introducing him to the teachers. With a promise that I would check on him in a bit, I took a big gulp, grabbed one more big hug, and left my son in the classroom.
I knew he was fine the minute he saw us though the window on our way to the ski lift. We were counseled by the teachers (I remember giving this same counsel as a teacher) not to let the kids see you, because then they would cry and scream for their mothers and never want to try to ski every again. But we all know Wyatt is different. He was sitting at the table by the window having snack when he saw us. And before I knew it he was standing up, waving, and then clapping happily, just excited to see us. Then he sat down, and ate more snack! So much for the crying and never wanting to ski again.
It was a wonderful experience for all of us. I was able to enjoy a day of skiing (except for that one terrible ride on lift 5 that my parents just HAD to go on, because heaven forbid they do anything different, and the wind was so bad that I couldn't see where we were going and Byron had to hold onto me while I cried hysterically because I thought I was going to get blown off the lift!), and Wyatt had a great day! Here are some pictures and a little video of his experience!







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