A few weeks ago, my friend Claire decided to take her kids - Gus (2) and Cece (1) - ice skating for the first time at Forest Park. I got the honor of tagging along and being an extra set of helping hands, and of course, documenting the entire event in photos. This was something I did not want to miss. You have no idea how excited I was about this - I could barely sleep the night before (yes, I realize I need a life).
Claire and kids picked me up that morning and we headed to the park. It was a cold day, so the kids were bundled in 75 layers of clothing, nearly to the point of not being able to move. Claire had the heater in the car cranked so high I thought we might all die of heat exhaustion by the time we got to the rink. The warmth seemed to have the effect of putting the kids into a coma - they were awake, but neither of them seemed to have a clue what was going on.
Everything started out well, we got to the rink and rented our skates. The kids were not nearly as excited as Claire and I were.
Have you ever seen baby ice skates? They are stinking adorable.
"Ummm, nope. I don't like it. I've made up my mind."
"I REALLY don't like it, Mom. Get me out of here now."
That was the end of ice skating.
The skates came off and the kids sat on the sidelines and cried while Claire and I took turns skating around the rink trying to convince them that ice skating was SUPER fun.
Well, we tried. Maybe they'll like skiing better? :)