Every New Year's Eve since moving to Missouri we've enjoyed Springfield's "First Night" ... a collection of family events and activities culminating with a concert and fireworks show at midnight. We usually begin the evening at the YMCA where there are bounce houses, face painting, clowns who make balloon animals, and various glittery crafts for the kids to create. There is a trolley which takes First-Night attendees to the various stops. Another favorite for us has been the Landers Theater kids troupe with their fantastic singing and dancing. This year, however, was the first time we tried ice skating. (Nicole was too young in the past but she begged to go this year.) Here's a little glimpse of how that went!
First, I need to mention just a couple of things. First, by the time we got to the skate counter, there were no women's skates left in my size. So mom got men's hockey skates. That means no toe-pick. Which means, for me, no way to stop. Try that with a four-year-old hanging on you for dear life.
Second, you will hear Britt's courageous voice ... laughing ... coming safely from behind the plexiglass. "Daddy doesn't skate." Well, neither does Zoe's mom. Zoe is a friend Nicole made at the YMCA that night. She wanted to ice-skate with "us". Problem is the only adult in "us" was me. So, toe-pickless, haven't-been-on-skates-in-years-myself, little me was trying to hold onto both of these girls just enough so no one started the new year with a concussion. (Zoe is in the polka-dotted sweatshirt... she's standing on the side in this video.)
This is us finally coming off the ice. Here's Nicole's final take on the night (and Mom's, too, for that matter.)
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