It’s been quite the whirlwind of activities recently. I feel like the energizer bunny, always going going going. And after looking through our pictures I realize that I might have to break up our recent adventures into a couple of posts. We have been very busy!
Here was a birthday party at the local ice skating rink (when it was over a 100 degrees outside so it was pretty awful getting dressed up in warm weather gear, but boy was it lovely inside!)
These two were really excited to put on ice skates for the very first time ever. (Hey they are California kids after all)
Daddy did a great job
despite the fact that Mini Man hated every second on the ice
Even big sister is trying her best to encourage him… and show off some new skills of walking/skating backward. She’s already way ahead of me on the skills list!
Here is Little Rascal waiting patiently for his turn with skates. He’s learning his abc’s while he waits. That counts for school right? Right???
Momma also hanging out with this sweet bundled up little guy
Ok its now Little Rascal’s turn!
Despite that raging 90’s mid-drift, he loved it! Daddy was proud.
Ok, so it wouldn’t be exactly right to not tattle on myself and the big blunder I made during our outing. While Music Man and children were out on the ice, I was casually hanging out with my little guys. As you can see above, at one point Little Rascal was playing with daddy’s phone. Daddy comes off the ice to drop off a crying kid (#2) and got back out there. In that quick span of time I look back and realize that LR no longer has the phone. I FREAK OUT. I’m practically in tears after a solid 10 minutes of “where’s the phone Little Rascal? No seriously, where is it?!?!” and looking everywhere I can think of in the tiny area that we were in.
I desperately went up to the random guy who had previously “ooooh”ed and “aaaahhh”ed over my sweet peas with his family. I saw that he had a phone that looked exactly like
everyone else’s Music Man’s. I desperately blurted out “hey is that our phone?”. I didn’t mean to imply that he had stolen it, but rather that he might have seen that it had fallen on the ground and he was a good samaritan and perhaps had picked it up. It was his. He told me so a couple of times to prove his innocence. I felt like a JERK. He then began looking with me. I finally found an employee and asked if they had a lost and found (despite the fact that I had lost it within a 10 minute max time span, but I was desperate peeps). After practically being in tears (ok ok so there might have been one tear that had made its way out of my eye duct), and half shouting to my kids “your dad is going to kill me!”, Music Man casually strolls in. I finally confess that the phone is nowhere to be found. He cocks his head and dramatically says “I told you it was in the diaper bag”.
Oh yah, the only place I didn’t look.
I went back to the nice non thief guy and uttered my sincerest apologies for even suggesting that he might have taken my phone and thanked him for his help.
I really couldn’t have left there fast enough.
In case your wondering shame is a hot feeling. So it was nice that we were at a freezing cold ice rink.