We did manage to get outside for a bit last weekend. We took Clare ice skating at Groveland Recreation Center. She absolutely loved it. I was pretty impressed with her skating talent, too. She'd never done it before, but she could go about 20 feet on her own. (Okay, she was wearing the double-bladed skates, but still. It is my job to be overly impressed with all of her accomplishments, right?) We had to drag her off the ice; even the promise of Snuffy's for lunch couldn't convince her to stop skating.
Christopher and I mostly hung out in the warming house.
Clare is taking a tumbling class. It mostly consists of the children running back and forth on the mats and jumping over slinkys, but Clare is enjoying it. She is Very Serious during the class, but she does everything the teacher says and always wants to go back. After the first session, I thought she hated it, because she was so nervous about everything. She told Ben she had fun, though, so what do I know.
Ben took Clare to a Gopher women's hockey game. She wasn't happy at first, because she didn't like the noise. (She is still bothered by loud noises of any kind.) However, she changed her mind once she got a taste of a soft pretzel. And now she sings the Rouser.
We are working on potty training. I am finding it all rather frustrating, but I keep reminding myself that she is only two. And she (probably) won't wear a diaper to her Senior Prom. I mean, I don't know what will be in fashion then.
Clare is going through a bit of the terrible twos, but sometimes she says things that make me forget all of that. The other day, Ben came in just as we were sitting down to dinner. "Daddy!" she screamed. "Look at this yummy dinner that Mommy made!"
I'll take what I can get.
|Clare "helping" Christopher make a snow angel.|