Um . . . that’s not what I meant . . .
. . . and, though that does look scrumpdillyicious, it’s still not the right one . . .
There! That’s the one. My little ice princess. In the midst of some of the worst icy weather in NE Indiana history, she’s the only one able to convince me to drag my carcass here . . .
Headwaters Park Ice Rink. Yes, that’s freezing rain on the ground . . .
. . . but she doesn’t care. Baby, It’s Cold Outside? It’s just a song to her. Means nothing. Besides, we had this . . .
Sixty-four ounces of hot chocolaty goodness. A communal fount of warmth and corn syrup. The energy drink of choice for the entire crew . . .
. . . along with a basket of nacho chips with cheese. I think She Who Must Be Obeyed is encouraging my youngest boy to chew with his mouth closed. And these two?
Had a ball. My son’s squeeze had never been ice skating before today. Roller skating aplenty. But never on blades. She’s a natural . . .
. . . as am I at taking blurry pictures. Pat would be proud. As I was of Aryn . . .
. . . who went along and did a few laps, even though she prefers roller skating more. And these two?
Is that a hug? Completely unscripted? Methinks I shed a tear. Such is the joy of ice. It’s wet and cold and oh-so-fun for the entire family . . .
Finally, while I have your undivided attention, am a tad bit picture-happy, and The Good Nurse is going to spank me if I don’t start playing along after so many promises to do so, here are a couple of my favorite t-shirts . . .
. . . though, after tonight, I really want one with this on it . . .
Now that’s my idea of how to have fun on ice . . .