Who says you can’t go ice skating in California when it’s inching up on 70° in the middle of December? The three older boys had a community choir performance at a local church today where they had an “ice rink” brought in from none other than Calgary, Alberta. One of the guys that ran the “ice” rink was helping my boys get their skates on and I told him that the kids were excited to be able to skate at all again, even on fake ice, as I had (cruelly) given their skates to friends when we moved from Calgary. He told me that he and the rest of them were from Calgary as well. Small world. So it was really nice of Calgary to come down and bring a little bit of Canada with them… and thankfully it wasn’t the kind that melts or believe me… it would have today.
The kids were all told to wear tuques and scarves to help create that “winter look”. This wouldn’t have been so funny a week ago when it was actually quite chilly. But today was probably the warmest day in the last month so the irony was great.
Faux ice is much more forgiving than real ice. For one thing it’s warmer. For another, it’s “slower.” In other words, perfect for Californian kids who’ve never ice skated and even great for those who have a couple of years of experience under their belts.
My niece’s first time!
They’re so cute.
And I just love the cousins holdin’ hands. Sweet.
Turns out you can still actually slip on faux ice.
And it turns out it can still be pretty hard to get up even though it’s not anywhere near as slippery as real ice.
And now for the choir performance. This is my kid’s first time ever being in any kind of real performance. They all had mixed feelings about it. They all wavered, especially when it came to anything resembling “choreography.” All they can picture is Napolean Dynamite doing the interpretive signing for “Some Say Love, It Is A Flower…” by Bette Midler.
Really… does this get better?
Is that a hint of maybe warming up to the idea?
Hmm… an open mouth is a sure sign of marked improvement. Maybe it grows on ya as you do it…
Yes, we officially have actual singing happening here.
Really, they warmed up and did really well. They really don’t like anything that tends to have even a whiff of what we grew up calling “cheese.” They are extremely sensitive to any possible “cheese” content. It’s a sort of cultural lactose intolerance. Fortunately they like most of the songs they are singing and only one or two of them have “choreography” that they have their doubts about.
And now some lovely pictures of my oldest niece. Not sure what she was unsure of here… perhaps ice skating… perhaps something else. I don’t know. But I loved her braid.