Swimming-ballerina-chef. Who wouldn’t dream like that?
Pro: She dressed herself.
Con: It fell.
Pro: She fixed the situation with only a little help.
Walking in her Mama’s snow-shoveling-loving footsteps!
Since discovering a great rink that doesn’t charge for open skate, the girls and I have been ice skating at least once a week. I expected to see great strides in their skating confidence and ability, and I have, but have also been surprised that my own technique has improved.
Though I have always loved skating, my skills have been fairly rudimentary. Now, though, with all this practice (and with other accomplished skaters to watch) I have picked up some new tricks.
Today, with newly sharpened skates, a nearly empty rink and a bucketful of (misplaced?) confidence I embarked on a journey towards spinning. I’m no Nancy Kerrigan but I’m having a ton of fun!
It’s hard to see, but there’s a heart in my spin marks on the ice! (Can you see?)
I suppose one of these days I’ll get around to taking the key to my childhood home off my keyring. Especially considering that my parents sold the house and moved out a number of months ago!
Spent a little time this evening passing along a skill I learned in Mr Goldberg’s fifth grade classroom. He’s picking it up quickly!
An art project for Mama and her girls. Not quite Mondrian in style, but similar.
…the Zamboni doth provide.
A non 22* view of their apres skate activity today. I was, well, warming the car up for them… They’re growing increasingly frustrated with this so called ‘winter’ and it’s lack of snow. Thankfully, they are willing to take it wherever they can get it!
I managed to take only one photo today…and I couldn’t even get it right!