Ice Skating

The last Sunday before we moved from Texas, Emery told the entire primary that he was so excited because it snows in Wyoming. He also told them that maybe he would be a winter olympian when he grew up. Probably ice skating.

Today we took the kids ice skating. Chani was a natural, she LOVED it. She fell down A LOT but hopped right back up every time. She didn't cry at all, and giggled through the whole experience. Emery wasn't so willing to get out there and fall down. He doesn't like not being able to control the situation (that's why riding a bike wasn't so fun until he got good at it). He wasn't very good at just scooting his feet along the ice. He cried at one point and said he didn't like it. He was the first one ready to leave. When we were in the car driving away he said, "That was really fun." I hope he can only remember that it was fun." The best advice I heard a mom give all day was "March, march, march." That really helped the kids move along the ice. It was such a fun memory to make with our kids. I hope we can go back again soon!


I couldn't crouch the way I wanted to on the ice on skates. It's been a long time, and it took me a while to feel like I wasn't going to fall.

Clint was there too, just behind the camera.

This is me helping Chani stay up.