Last year we thought we’d start a little Christmas tradition of taking the kids ice skating – and it was an utter disaster. The second Harper’s skates touched the ice, she wanted to get off, but we had to complete a lap as you can only go in one direction – and once you’re on, you’re on. She let go of her skating aid, Magnus the Penguin, within seconds, so we were left trying to simply keep her upright and not lose any fingers. So I was understandably apprehensive about trying again this year. Luckily, all she seemed to remember from last year was that she got a gingerbread man in the cafe at the end, so she was up for giving it another whirl.
We went with my brother and his girlfriend, both of whom Harper (and Grayson) adore. My brother and I used to have ice skating lessons when we were little, and we were quite the pair in our ice-rink shell suits. But it appears that ice skating is NOT like riding a bike, and you can forget how to do it! It almost seems unreal that we used to do jumps and spins and everything. Between the four of us, we managed to keep Harper on the rink, interested, and even on her feet (well, 90% of the time).
The fab thing about the ice rink this year was that there was a separate rink for little ones and their penguins. We smashed our record from last year in terms of the amount of laps we got to do before Harper asked for a gingerbread man… and there were moments where she really did enjoy it! Grayson, meanwhile, watched from rink-side, as we swapped between looking after him and skating with Harper. If we’re feeling brave enough, we’ll unleash the pair of them on the ice next year!
We had hot chocolates and a gingerbread Santa to finish, and left with all our fingers and toes intact. I’d call that a successful outing!
~ Laura xx ~