Yesterday Layla had her first figure skating class. It was also her first time in ice skates so it was pretty much a "get the feel of the ice" day. She looooved it. She was very focused on doing exactly what the teacher said, despite kids crying and wiping out all around her. She had her fair of falls too but quickly figured out how to get back up on her own and "skated" around picking up balls of the ice, which was the activity of the day.
She had been excited about this for the last two weeks since we signed her up. She stayed after practice and watched the teenage girls in their fancy little outfits skate around. Then she checked out the trophy case and asked why she hadn't gotten a medal that day.
Being 4, Layla has not fallen asleep in our car for as long as I can remember. Not even when we drove 12 hrs to Edmonton in June, but after practice she was zonked out in her booster seat within 5 minutes. One minute she was singing If You're Happy and You Know It, the next she was asleep and stayed that way while Greg and I cruised. Hey, it's not too often we get to talk to each other without any interuptions so we took advantage.
Today I bought the cutest t shirt from the Bay's Vancouver Olympics line featuring an image of a figure skater. I'm glad she loves it so much, despite still not being able to really skate yet. It's only a matter of time...
As a mom, it seems like I am always the one behind the camera instead of in the picture. Even though I prefer it this way alot of the time, I always end up looking back and wishing I had more photos with the kids and me together. Here are some pictures Layla and I took the other day. Maybe one day I'll even get her to take some of Greg and I.
Baron is 8 weeks old tomorrow. He has nearly doubled his birth weight already. He has established a schedule of going to bed at 9 and getting up around 7. With a couple feeds in between of course.
Layla is also growing up. Her favorite shows on tv are anything medical. There is no grossing her out. She especially likes Dr G Medical Examiner and Medical Mysteries. She is now the sugar and salt police in our house since hearing the Dr's explain what too much does to our bodies. She doesn't want to get "The Beeties" and have to have insulin needles everyday. She doesn't ask for candy or chips anymore and poor Greg is trying to negotiate a bag of chips a week for himself. We are trying to teach her moderation but I like the no chip rule for Greg because he had a serious chip problem. She says she wants to be a paramedic when she grows up...that or a rockstar.
We did manage to spend time with the Bournes as well. We did our usual long walks every day and bbq'ed and visited.
"Hold still I have to tell you a secret."
"Ooh! Tell me more!"
Who's got the biggest....umm...no competition here.