When you live in Alaska you have to go ice skating. Monkey has been asking to go since we moved up here, so last Saturday we took her to the ice rink on post. She was so excited, all bundled up in her coat, hat, and mittens, and ready to go in her tiny skates. I did not skate, I can not ice skate on a good day, and I could see the disaster if I tried it while pregnant. Hubby, however, can ice skate, so I left them to it. I sat on the bench, watched them go around the rink, and tried to take some pictures. She even let go of her daddy and the wall and tried to do it by herself. Of course, she fell a couple of times, would come and tell me, and then hit the ice for some more skate time. We were there almost two hours, she and hubby were pretty worn out when we left. They both had a good time, it was all she talked about the rest of the day. Now, she wants us to buy her some ice skates!
