Ice Skating

Yesterday I took Tucker and Emily to the Valley Ice Arena.  All morning long they asked, "When are we going skating?" We had never gone skating and I'm still unsure where their enthusiasm came from. As you can imagine, the ice was slippery and there was a lot of butt time. But damn if they weren't protesting when the Zamboni came an hour later and closed down the rink so the Portland fire department could play a hockey game. 

I figured this would be it  and we would be on our way but they wanted to stay and watch the firemen play pick-up hockey. About half way through the game, Tucker wanted some water but didn't want to leave his seat because he might miss a minute of action. I wonder why he never feels this way about watching bike races, which I can tell you are on TV at our house much more than hockey games. Which is never. Except when Jordan Wand watched the Rangers in our basement. Which was once. For 5 minutes.

Tucker throws down some ice time. He went from Charlie Chaplin to skating on his own by the time we were done.

Emily refused to wear a coat. And was covered in ice by the end of the session. I think she could have skated all day. There may be 2 Ormans in the NHL after all.

There was a lot  of this but nobody complained.
There was a lot of this too. How do people learn to skate without a wall?