For Christmas, Felix and Max both wanted snowboards.  While the request seemed simple enough, flashbacks of learning how to ride were replaying in my mind (not to date myself, but when I was learning how to ride, a good pair snowboard boots = a good pair of Sorels).  I remembered how every day, for the week of lessons I was in, I felt like I had been run over by a truck as I fell, tumbled, cartwheeled, and flopped all over the ski hill.  However, my boys were set on the idea of snowboarding and as I watched them try to stand and surf down the neighbourhood sledding hill on their foam sleds (which would slip out from under them and send them tumbling down), I thought actual snowboards had to be a safer option.  The only problem was finding a snowboard small enough for a 2 year old and a 4 year old. Continue reading →