I'm eternally behind on my blog, but that is okay. I'm just going to embrace it and randomly catch up from the last FOUR months. Pathetic.
This little tidbit is too hilarious not to recap. It's from December. From the week that Brad was home every day! I tried to pack a bunch of family time and fun things into that week. Some of it was a big hit, some a big miss. This was both.
Mallory went roller skating for the first time (and her first school friend party...that never got blogged about) back in November. After I saw how much she loved it, I knew I wanted to take her and Morgan back. We left Max with Ted and Sherry (aka "Temple Grandparents") and took the girls on an afternoon surprise skating date!
I gave them clues to where we were going. The first was a new pair of socks!

The second was "somewhere Morgan has never been before". Mallory guessed it immediately (she is smart, but the socks probably gave it away too!). There were some very excited squeals from the backseat on the way to the skating rink. Brad and I were excited too...to see each other fall!!
So, we pull up to the skating rink and there isn't a car in the parking lot. I (thought I) had double checked the hours since they were odd times. Apparently not. It was closed. I was so mad at myself...and the squeals turned into tears from the biggest girl. Seriously. She was devastated. So, we opted for an ice cream date instead and promised to go skating another day. We barely convinced them...until we got to Maggie Moo's of course.


Attempt #2 came two days later. We dropped Max off again with a sweet friend. I triple checked the hours before we left the house and rewashed their new socks. We had excited and happy girls that were ready to skate!

Morgan was completely adorable on her skates! She didn't stay far from the wall or our hands/arms/legs/floor. Mallory was a pro. She got out there and just about took off!

We were all having a great time! We even participated in the "4 corners" game!

Mallory brought back lots of memories for me! I lived at skating rinks in late elementary school. As in, my parents would drop me and a friend off for HOURS by ourselves, skating and flirting with boys:)

Here we are, still having a good time, doing the chicken dance.

Taking a little break since Morgan started saying her feet hurt. Brad and I were pretty impressed she lasted this long. I think it had been an hour!

And then it happened. We were all together and the girls were stopping at the wall. I scooted back to snap a quick picture and Morgan totally bit it. Like, both feet straight out in front of her and smack on her bottom. She. was. done. With a capital D. I steered her off the skating rink screaming bloody murder. No one was laughing, until I saw this picture later....

I'm not sure she'll ever skate again! She was quite traumatized. In fact, Brad and I took turns with Mallory the last 30 minutes because little sister wouldn't do anything but this:

If you ask Morgan, she'll say she had fun (and then say she doesn't want to go back). And I guess that is all I care about! I wanted a fun afternoon with our biggest kids and that is what we got...along with a lot, I mean, a few laughs!