Both Greg and I want Meredith to skate. Actually, play hockey. I really want to be a hockey mom. I don't care how expensive the sport is. Call us a little hasty, but we signed Meredith up for skating lessons at the ripe old age of 3. Oy.
She's in a pre-beginners class for 3 and 4 year olds. It's not a hockey class, but just a learn-to-skate class.
Her first lesson was this weekend and fortunately, the time slot we picked up only has two other kids besides Meredith in it. Parents are allowed on the ice with the pre-beginners so Greg took her out. The other two kids didn't have parents out on the ice with them. That was red flag #1. The other kids appeared to be 'older' threes or in their fours. That was red flag #2.
Needless to say, I think we would have been better off not having Daddy out on the ice with her. While the other two kids listened patiently and tried to do what the teacher was asking, my child shrieked at the top of her lungs, got frustrated, huffed and puffed, bossed Daddy around, etc. **sigh** I think next time we will be better off letting her go out on the ice with just her teacher and maybe she will behave a bit better.
When she got off the ice, she was all frustrated and kept screaming "I felled". We've been explaining to her that it takes patience and that is why her teacher was teaching her how to fall. Because you fall A LOT.
At least we've hyped it up enough that she is agreeable and somewhat excited to go back to her lessons next week.
One lesson down, seven lessons to go.
So, here she is all excited getting ready for her lesson.
Not so bad here...before all the shrieking and crying started.
This is just cute - all the 'lil ones on their butts
Doing some exercises.
Leaving the ice...not quite as happy as she looked prior to her lesson.
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