Brodie's First Skate

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After... yes after... rounding up all the gear necessary for this kid to play hockey, we figured it was a good idea to take him ice skating. I guess I could have just bought skates first, as opposed to completely filling his hockey bag, but he and I got excited. So we grabbed our skates, jackets, and loaded up to go to a public session.
10 minutes from the rink... and everyone in the car was asleep. WTF? I parked, gave them a couple minutes, then asked Traci if I should wake him. When he found out we were there, he snapped awake and we were off!
With hoodie deployed we laced up and set off for the ice. He was could not contain his excitement.
He did great, and more importantly, loved every second of it! He had me hold him under his arms and skate him around the ice telling me, "Faster!" He even added a few "Whoooooos" in the mix. We watched the Zam, waved to the driver, saw some hockey, and couldn't stay off the ice. Near the end of the session he positioned himself and let go of me so he could glide on his own for a few feet about three times. So rad.
It was hard for him to leave and as we loaded back into the car left he asked if we were taking him ice skating (instead of home)... looks like we've got a rink rat. 

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