Ice Skating

As soon as Mason stepped on the ice he saw his whole life flash before him, including a whack to the head in Strasbourg, France.  That was his last memory of ice skating.  So, he attempted three minutes, max, and became our photographer after deciding his were not blades of glory.

The other kids, however, were all over the ice (mostly in good ways).  After seeing the rink a day earlier, Mark and I froze our toukas off whilst the youngsters enjoyed circling round and round.  There were a few of these polar bear and penguin guides--not enough, though--for little guys to lean upon thus you see the photo of Nico and a particularly obnoxious child vying for Mr. Penguin.  That kid would try to take any one he could get, and we witnessed him trying to steal several, even when he had another one in his possession.  His mother almost took me out with some vigorous skating so I guess their talent ran in the family!  Marina did very well so her inline skating must be paying off.  Nico was kamikaze but also remarkably solid for only his second time.  Emma relived the excitement of an episode of 'Peppa Pig' ice skating and wouldn't stop, even when Mark and I got tired of holding her up for an hour and a half.  We got our quota in for the year!