|nothing funner to do on vacation than lay around with a fever|
But we wanted to go skating. I promised to take them skating on the pond I skated on as a kid. So we bundled up and started out on a walk to the pond.
|Jellybean was layered in 2 snow suits|
"We're doing this for FUN!" I yelled back to her, "But thank-you."
We didn't quite realize how cold it was outside, even then, with a person offering rides.
We kept going as the snow started to fall around us. My legs were freezing, but my feet were toasty thanks to the boots my friend lent to me. I don't know if I've seen her since high school, but thanks to a facebook conversation she, or her husband, dropped them off at my dad's house before I got to Canada. Actually, the girl's boots, Little's coat, and all the car seats I needed arrived the same way. (Well, and my brother who also installed all the seats in my dad's van before he picked us up at the airport. Okay, and the baby snowsuit from my sister.) It was really amazing and generous and thoughtful. Thank-you every one who helped out with our winter fun.
At last we reached the pond, there weren't many people skating.
|historical house that they moved here years ago|
The skate rental place closes at -25C with windchill. Guess what? The skate shack was closed. We were lucky the pavilion was still open because otherwise we would be stuck out in the cold.
Try telling 3 kids who walked 20 minutes in the cold that they don't get to go skating now. The Boy was extremely disappointed. It was when trying to console him that I noticed the white blisters on his cheeks.
When you grow up in the frozen north you spend a lot of time in school learning about frostbite and how to recognize and treat it. I've never actually seen anyone with it before. It would be my kid.
Not well versed in the ways of scarves he cleverly pulled his down when it started to get wet from his breath and exposed his wet cheeks to the bitter, bitter cold.
I was kind of glad we couldn't rent skates because I needed to thaw him out.
|blurry close up of disappointed frostbitten boy|
We sent Grandpa Shane back to get the van and pick us up. He got at least halfway there before realizing that the keys were in my pocket. Oops.
|because a playground is a playground, no matter the weather|
Tired of waiting and sufficiently thawed out, we ventured out to the nearby playground. It was very cold, but they didn't care.
We would have to try skating another day.