Ice Skating

We took big sister K ice skating today at an open skate session at ProSkate.  I must say, she did pretty well for her first time being on the ice.  She liked it and told us she'd like to go back, so I think we're going to sign her up for some lessons.  Now that she's a bit older, hopefully it'll go better than the piano lessons she had six months ago.

M and I were exhausted and our feet hurt after an hour of pushing big sister K along the ice (though she was using a walker) and taking care of baby M (who was fussy the whole time and kept wanting to go on the ice himself).  As a parent, I felt awful because we came so ill-equipped: we didn't have a helmet for big sister K and even forgot to bring her gloves (not the safest measures to take, but as I told M, we just had to make sure big sister K didn't fall down).  Meanwhile, we saw kids of all ages out on the ice with helmets on, including those who already knew how to skate, and everyone's hands were kept nice and warm with gloves.  Big sister K didn't seem to notice or mind, but we'll have to invest in a helmet for her before her lessons start next month.

Unfortunately, we didn't get a picture of big sister K out on the ice, but here she is posting (sort of) for the camera (and yes, I probably should have fixed her hairband before taking the picture).

And a picture with mommy and baby brother.

Dancing in the Morning

This is what my kids were doing bright and early Saturday morning... big sister K teaching baby M some dance moves.  I love these two kids!  There is no gift greater than being a parent.  Seeing the two of them smiling and playing together makes me almost forget the fact that baby M kept us up all night... almost!  Time for some sleep!

 

Mid-January Posting

The last few weeks have been such a whirlwind that I can't believe it is mid-January already.  We are finally over our illnesses (it certainly took long enough!).  Baby M is already 14 months old and big sister K turns 50 months old in two days... the kids are growing up too fast for my liking.  Baby M still refuses to walk on his own (those first few steps he took two months ago turned out to be a fluke), but he's getting there.  We've been working with big sister K on spelling and how to sound out the word to come up with the next letter.  M thinks she spends too much time playing, coloring, and watching TV, so we've limited her television time to once a week now (which in my opinion isn't much different from the amount of TV she does watch).

Some of you may know that I recently switched jobs (within the same company), thereby also switching offices.  My commute has been half an hour longer since the beginning of the year; from door to door, it takes me about an hour and 20 minutes each way.  I leave the house 15 minutes earlier at a quarter to eight, drop off the kids (and I don't even spend as long of a time with them as I used to), and it's past 9:00am by the time I get into the office.  I still have to find my groove between the longer drive and getting stuck in traffic in the mornings, but if this continues, I may have to consider a daycare closer to home for the kids so M can help out with the drop-off routine.

I thought I'd share something amusing.  During dinner earlier this week, big sister K said she only wanted vegetables and didn't want to eat chicken (she had a few pieces and found it too dry).  I told her she had to eat some more, so she said she'll eat only six more pieces.  I agreed.  She counted five pieces of chicken in her bowl.  Rather than only eating the five, she went ahead and got another piece of chicken so that there were six, then true to her word, she finished all of it.