"Some say the world will end in fire, some say with ice."

Recently, a friend of mine invited the kids and I to attend an ice-skating/birthday party she was hosting for her eldest child to be held at Ellenberger Park here in Indianapolis (head east on St. Clair street from Emerson Avenue if you want to check it out for yourself). Now, since I have managed to maintain a perfect record of never having broken a solitary bone in my body to date - and because I wanted to keep it that way - I refrained from donning a pair of ice skates myself and venturing out onto the rink of death, er . . .um, I mean, the ice. But, my children were undeterred by my recurring insistence that 'somebody's going to break an arm tonight,' and struggled on a pair of skates.

As only my son could have done, he managed to show up to the rink with one ankle sock on under his shoes, and entirely sockless on the other foot. (Grrr!) So, I had to take off my nice, warm, long socks and hand them over so he could skate. (Joseph - thanks ever so much! I love February at the ice rink minus socks. I owe you one, buddy! ha ha!)

They clopped along the big rubber mats and shakily navigated their way onto the ice. Both were afraid and I wasn't sure they were going to attempt it, but eventually, gloved-clad hands pressed against the plexiglass walls, both eased their way around the rink. As the night wore on, they both made their way out onto the ice and didn't do too bad skating. The videos are snippets of their first experience on the ice. Enjoy!