Push, push, glide.
"Mommy can we go ice skating?" "Mommy can we go skating now?" "Mom! Can we PLEASE go skating?" "MOM. PLEASE. SKATE.". Holy hell girl, I love you but simmer down. We drive by the neighbour skating rink everyday, multiple times, and she even attends out of school care on the same property as the rink. I can't avoid it, I can't pretend it's closed. She sees it constantly, therefore, I'm asked constantly. The weather here has been a bit bananas since the new year and I'm also a wuss. I don't do things outside if it's any colder than zero (my husband just rolled his eyes, he knows that's a lie. My baseline outdoor temperature tolerance is probably closer to twelve to fifteen). We had what feels like a month of minus 40 weather, even though the ice was open, it was way too cold to be outside. After the deep freeze, in true Calgary fashion, had an awesome Chinook weather moment and had two weeks of sunny, +8 d...