Went ice skating yesterday at the Frog Pond. Was going to be an interesting experience given that I haven’t been on skates in 20+ years, and Kerry does not skate. K, the 6 yr old, has been roller skating, so I expect her to do what she always does, stay on her feet and be pulled around. E, the 4yr old, I expect to be terrified and not want to do it. No idea what B, the 2yr old, will do.
At first it was as expected – K went all around the rink with frequent stops along the boards, while E screamed from the minute her skates touched the ice and sat back down 30 seconds later saying “I want to go home.”
B, however, was a surprise. “My turn! Me next!” he screamed, trying to run for the ice on skates. Well, at first I tried holding his hand and towing him – no good, he doesn’t have nearly the balance. Then I try putting him up along the rail to pull himself along. Still no good, he’s too short.
Then I did one of those silly Dad things. (A long time ago, when we only had K, I once put her on my shoulders while we tried to fly a kite. At the beach, in the sand. Yeah, you try running in the sand with a small child on your shoulders and not dying.) This time I bent over, held my son up by his armpits, and then began skating. He went bananas. Good bananas, that is. His skates were going every which way, I’m not even sure they were on the ice at all points, but he didn’t care, he was flying. With frequent stops at the boards (for Daddy this time), we made it all the way around.
So when it was E’s turn again, I decided to try the same thing. Luckily she’s taller so I wasn’t bent over quite so bad. But guess what? She loved it too! So now here’s dad, first time on skates in 20+ years, skating laps bent over 90 degrees like something out of the Olympic speedskating trials, carrying 40lbs of weight in front of him.
I can’t move at all today, but who cares, it was a great time. I would never have imagined that all three of them would love it (gotta love when you tell the 2yr old boy it’s his turn and he says “Yay!” and jumps off the bench). Looking forward to finding some time to go again.