You are way harder than I remember. (Especially while trying to text Jennifer and skate at the same time. She had to ask me to translate my texts more than once. Ha!)
When I was a little girl, Ryan & I used to ice skate all the time. I remember exactly what I wore the last time we went. In like, 1992 or something. I remember thinking I had mastered it. Surely I could pull it off again at 35. Right?!
We took the kids to the Pelham Convention Center a few weeks ago to celebrate the birthday of that pretty girl in the middle. Isabella lives in Chattanooga, so when she is here visiting her daddy, we try to get in as much time with her as possible. My girls act like it’s Christmas morning when it’s her weekend at home!
We had talked about ice skating and it’s similarities and differences to roller skating for days. Days and days. Sophie was positively elated and Ella was nervous. Story of my life. We talked about gloves and extra socks and layers and how to hold your feet to keep them from tipping over, but nothing can prepare you for stepping out on the ice for the first time in twenty-three years./p>
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That kid up there was a disaster. I’m not even kidding when I tell you that she only made it around the rink one time. No matter what I said or how I tried to help her, she just could not stand up on her skates. I spent the majority of the morning trying to keep her alive and finally convinced her to take a breather while I hung out with Belly for a bit.
Uncle Bull was a life-saver. He was also just as good on ice skates as Sophie was. Fortunately, he didn’t mind hanging out with her and watching as the rest of us practiced our mad skills. She loved that their outfits coordinated and she pretty much stuck to him like glue the rest of the day.
These two girls, however, rocked their socks off. It didn’t take long before they were rounding the rink at high speeds and they were not ready to go when the rink called for public skating to end. We will definitely be taking them back again in the future.
This kid? I might leave at home next time. We weren’t even skating there, just trying to get a family photo and down she went. Those blurry bodies are the sweetest trio of boys who helped her get back on her feet again. Of course, she was flirting with them.
Best part of the day? The Zamboni, obviously. Or the SEC Championship win later that day. It’s a toss up.
