One of the things that the girls really wanted to try while we were on Christmas vacation was ice skating. Faith was super excited about it, Emma a little more hesitant, but they were both keen to give it a go.
Now, it should be mentioned here that I can not ice skate. Not one bit. So, you can imagine what it looked like having an adult who had no idea what she was doing, helping a child who couldn’t stay upright if you paid them money. We were a sight. I never strayed far from the edge, which was my lifeline to no broken wrists, or sore bottoms!
I didn’t end up skating for very long, because 3/4 of the way around the arena with Faith in tow, I let her go for a second – I promise it was only for a second, and of course, down she went – hard. Oh, the tears!
I got Faith around the rest of the way, and got her out on the bench for a rest, thinking that she’d bounce back – Faith always bounces back – but not today! Nope, she was done with ice skating. It was as if she had been wronged by the ice! She would not be persuaded to give it a second chance.
I really wanted some photos, so I left Faith sobbing quietly to herself on the bench, and had Scott take some photos of Emma and I hobbling around together! I also took a photo of poor little Faith laying on the bench holding her sore bottom! I thought it was definitely an ice skating classic!