A skating on ice we (might) go

I've been looking for activities for Lily. Because.. holy heck, she needs some activities before the walls cannot handle any more bounce-off.

The area we live in is.. mmm.. how do I say this? I don't want to say it's not kid friendly, but heck if I know how to find just one website that has a listing of all things kid intended. Even the calendar on the website of our newspaper is a fail. I'm pretty sure all the local libraries have Story Times for kids, but other than going to every. single. separate. webpage, you're out of luck.

Most places/businesses/whatever that have activities for kids, list their own events: the YMCAs (yes, plural), a few local bookstores, skating rinks, craft stores, etc.. but I don't have time to constantly check back with 50 websites every week to see if there's something new.

So, whatever. One thing I had been thinking about, since she learned to walk, is taking Lily ice skating. But it just hasn't happened yet. Probably because it was such a general idea- not something specific like a class at a set time and place. But then.. I discovered that there is something known as Stroller Skating.

(Let that sink in for a second.)

And while Lily has long outgrown a stroller, Noah certainly hasn't. So, you better believe I want to go! I'm fairly certain Jason thinks I've lost my mind. And honestly, the conversation we had in which I had to explain stroller skating was.. basically, ridiculous.

Just getting to a point where he wasn't picturing a special stroller with ice skates instead of wheels was difficult enough, but then he wanted to know if I was going to buckle Noah in (uh, DUH) and I don't know how many times I had to explain that you just bring your own stroller. You put your child in it, put your skates on, and push the stroller around on the ice.

Here's what we'll be working with: one baby in a stroller; one 4-year old fireball with zero skating experience, patience, or ability not to freak the eff out when presented with a situation in which she might freak the eff out (and you better believe she'll be wearing a helmet); one dad that has possibly never ice skated, ever, in his whole life, but isn't admitting to it; and one mom that has been known to make it around the rink a few times without falling down (or holding on to the wall), but hasn't done that since she was 15, and also now has a slipped disc.

Ya.

Now.. who should I get to take the pictures?