A little Michelle Kwan?

Some people might think that I was a little bit crazy to take my 6 year old, 3 year old and 2 year old ice skating.

But this is Minnesota…hockey country…where kids skate before they can walk!

I was not a little crazy….I was ridiculous, out of my mind, what they hell was I thinking, crazy!


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I guess I should elaborate on the above, since some have asked for more details.

Two years ago my sister and niece took Cameron ice skating. He HATED it...didn't like the falling, didn't like the cold, etc. The only thing he did like was the hot chocolate! But this year, having gone to a party that involved roller blading a couple weeks ago, he was more confident and actually was excited to get out onto the ice. He had no inhibitions and just took off. At one point he came off the ice to proclaim that he had made it around and only fell 4 times. When I asked him how many times he usually falls when going around, he said, "Like 20 times! But if you just go really fast, then you don't fall as much." I fear how many lives he put in danger out on the ice, with his going so fast and crashing constantly, but I couldn't watch because I had my other two to deal with. (Oh, and later when he was taking his skates off, we discovered that he had skated that whole time with two left skates!).

Max on the other hand was different story. He's very different than Cameron personality-wise. He has very little confidence with trying new things, so why I thought I'd be able to get him out on the ice is beyond my imagination. And he didn't really know what he was getting himself into when he told me that yes, he wanted to go skating. As soon as we got him out on the ice, he had nothing but complete fear in his bone. Even though I was holding him under his arms and keeping him up straight, he wanted nothing to do with that ice. He kept yelling, "It's slippery! I'm gonna fall!" The boy had tears streaming down his face. So our five minute stint on the ice was soon over, skates were off and returned, and a refund received.

Ella wanted to be like everyone else, in the beginning. I rented the smallest pair of skates, and she was very excited to get out there with the rest of the crew. Since Max was with me, my sister had to take Ella. She was NOT happy about being out on the ice, and she kept crying for me. We ended up taking her right off the ice, taking off her skating boots, and putting back on her snow boots. She was much happier running around the outside of the rink than sliding on it. Another refund.

I don't think we'll be venturing out to the ice rink together this year...actually, maybe not for a few years.