Anja and Ice Skating

Friday afternoon, I suggested that we pick Anja up, throw on her snowpants, and take her to the park for her very first attempt at going out on the ice. Dan apparently finds ice skating therapeutic. I, on the the other hand, find it very nearly terrifying and do not understand the appeal of it beyond it being a traditional cutesy date idea. I've been on the ice rink once since Dan and I met. I was congratulated for staying mostly upright by a parent watching us. Ouch.

Dan brought his skates and rigged an extra rope to the toddler sled so that he could pull Anja around behind him. We were all set.

Luckily, we knew not to get our hopes up.

Sitting in a swing watching Daddy skate apparently trumps actually skating in Anja's world. (Mine, too).

As does playing with the steering wheel and commanding Daddy to do so, too.

And sliding on the blue slide.
And the big red slides.
And sometimes just climbing the stairs is enough to keep her happy.
It was a bit chilly (30 degrees), but definitely worth it.

Especially since I just got to watch, listen to the giggles and squeals, and take a few pictures. Daddy got to do all the lifting, walking, and sliding with Anja.

But at least I know that I am (at least, so far) not alone in the family on my opinion of ice skating.

Maybe next year.