Sliding into the new year

Ok, so we don't have as much snow as Grandma McCormick out in British Columbia, but Izzie and I both think we've been pretty lucky in 2008. We are leaping into 2009 with warm snow hats, pink boots and green slides. What else can you want?
And the best thing about the slides is yelling, "Faster Papa, Faster!" He will keep running and running, dragging our slide along the few patches of snow that he can find. I'm quite sure that he's been on the verge of a heart attack a few times, but he soldiers on each time we start yelling. Now we just have to find out how to get him to take us to Whistler. Apparently the kiddie hills are pretty sweet there. If we start training really hard now, perhaps we can be ready for the 2010 Olympics.