First official iceskating lessons for the girls, and my feet (and more importantly, my butt) never touched the ice. Woot! Instead, TubaDad and Wela risked life and limb to take the girls out on that treacherous frozen rink. Ree loved it, thought the whole thing was a grand adventure, and is already a thousand times more surefooted than I'll ever be on that confounded slippery surface. Ro enjoyed it, but was a little dubious at times. She's excited to go again next week though.
Ree was pretty insistent that NO ONE hold her, and she took off on her own as often as she could. Ro, on the other hand, stuck to TubaDad like glue. She ventured on her own for a few seconds at a time.
After the lesson, my mom, dad, and TubaDad flew into action removing skates, finding shoes, wiping noses, you name it. It looked like an Indy pit crew.
Here are a few more pics from the lesson. In most of them, Ree is either skating with my mom or by herself and Ro is skating with TubaDad.
Now y'all just need to keep your fingers crossed that we can make it through all of the lessons without ME ever getting on the ice. ;-)