Skates!

December had exactly 3 highlights (aside from obvious holiday festivities):

1.  Olivia's EUA showed she is currently cancer free.

2.  Botox surgery round 2, freeing her up from her oxygen concentrator.

3.  Ice skating.

We spend so much time in Seattle I am constantly looking for fun/interesting/new things to do when we are there for multiple days.  I don't want to constantly associate these trips with hospitals and machines and doctors, so I try to make extended trips a little more special.

I stumbled across a website for Seattle's Winterfest that claimed it was the thing to do in Seattle in December.  But after only a few minutes of meandering around the City Center and seeing little more than a fancy electric train, we knew it wasn't the case. 

As we were getting ready to leave, The Husband and I noticed an ice skating rink.  We looked at each other.  The Husband arched an eyebrow in a way that said, "Should we?" To which I arched both my eyebrows back at him that responded with an, "Um.  YEAH."

And so we did.  With our 2-year-old.  And it was awesome.  (I hadn't skated in something like 22 years, but it turns out it's kind of like roller blading.  On blades.  On ice.  So kind of not really like it at all.  But I digress.)

Tiny skates!  Hello.  Could you just die?  I did.  I died.

It took all of 30 seconds to realize the above method wasn't going to get us far.

 But we snatched ourselves these amazing little walker thingies and Liv was in heaven.  Sure, she shouldn't really get the keep-your-feet-beneath-you concept totally down, but that's something that's highly overrated.  Right?  Yes. 

She skated and giggled and concentrated and completely enjoyed herself.  And so did we.  It was by far one of the most perfect nights I think I have ever had.

And for your viewing pleasure....

P.S.  I make no apologies for being corny, animated, over-the-top excited parents.  That's how we roll around here and I see no reason to not be corny, animated, and over-the-top.