Nor for those who do not get enough calcium in their diet. We went ice skating for the first time this evening because at 0 degrees Celsius, it was a nice balmy night.
The boys had a blast. All three of the bigger boys picked up right where they left off. Our four year old, who wouldn’t even stand up on the ice last year, wouldn’t sit down! He just kept poking along with his trainer (metal thing that he leans on, not a personal ice skating teacher) and popping back up each time he fell.
The Pastor was going at a nice clip too. After getting used to being on the ice again he whipped out the hockey sticks and puck that we had brought along. Falling while ice skating usually happens so fast that you can barely recount just what happened or what preceded it. He was going after the puck and was then suddenly horizontal. This coincided with a hefty thud. I was sure he broke his arm. Nope. Still intact.
Calcium. It does a body good.
Still, I think he’s going to be sore tomorrow.
After racing around the rink several times I decided to try my hand at chasing a puck. I don’t think I’ll do it again because I almost did an instant replay of my husband’s painful maneuver. Except when he fell his arm was flat against his side. I fell onto my hand which, not surprisingly, is connected to my arm which was locked at the elbow. Ow. That really hurts. I’ve never even come close to breaking my arm, but that had to be the closest I felt I have come to it.
I can’t imagine how I’d mother without a working right arm. I mean, I know others have managed it… gosh, I saw a show once about a mother who successfully mothers with no legs and pushed her baby around on a skateboard to get from room to room, so I’m sure I’d survive a couple weeks in an arm cast but I really don’t want to experiment with that theory if I don’t have to. Ya know?
Anyways, other than that, we had a lovely time. And I discovered that I take really bad pictures when it’s dark outside. Because it’s too… umm… dark.
Off to take some Advil and go to bed.