I believe I posted pictures of Theo's first ice skating adventure a while back. Cayden was not included that day. While *everyone else* went skating, he went to Grandma's. He has never quite forgiven me for that, and still throws a panicked tantrum when he is close to Grandma's car, as I assume he's afraid we're going to give him the slip again. Poor kid.
In our absence, Grandma told him that he would get to go, too...when he was "a big boy". Several weeks later I was praising him for some accomplishment and remarked about what a big boy he was. And he joyfully exclaimed, "YAY! Now I can go skating!"
This kid is seriously breaking my heart.
So when a friend offered some tickets to go ice skating last week, we happily accepted.
Here is Theo...only his fourth time on the ice and he is already way too cool and kept his hands in his pockets the whole time. He acted very worldly and bored. LOL
Here is Cayden, learning how to stand/balance on the rubber matting. He was SO thrilled.
And finally, an action shot.
Poor kid...I didn't realize how much his jacket pulled up. I'd be amazed if he had any visibility at all. But MAN was he happy. He kept shouting, "Faster! Go faster!" When I took the kids off the ice for a little break, all it took was one turn of Mom's head and he had raced up the ramp and stepped back onto the ice himself. Of course he fell right on his backside! But my friend's three daughters were right there to offer a hand and he eagerly accepted and let them escort him around a bit too.
It was a GOOD day.
In true Spring-in-Pennsylvania fashion, two days later we were playing outside in T-shirts. Gotta love the random weather.
Another neat thing to note from the day... The rink that we visited is in downtown Pittsburgh. To save hassle, gas, and parking fees, we took the trolley. BIG fun for everyone. I sat the kids by the window and narrated much of the trip, answering their questions and pointing out neat landmarks or rail equipment. Just as we approached the city, the woman behind me tapped me on the shoulder and said (paraphrased--forgive me, it's been a week), "I just wanted to thank you. I ride this train every day and never give it a second thought. Seeing the journey through their eyes has made me realize just how wonderful it is."
I concur. I thanked her and told her that EVERY DAY is like that for me, thanks to them. Is it any wonder I try not to refer to it as "homeschooling them", but rather "WE are homeschooling"? I truly think the greatest gift our children give to us (besides humility!) is a renewal of wonder.