It was the hottest day of the year, but because skating lessons have started up again we left the house in full snow gear. By the time we got home it was 35C!
Our rink (St Laurent) is one of the coldest in the city so we needed that gear, but it was a little strange walking up to the arena in mittens, hat etc with everyone else in t-shirts and shorts.
It was Amelia's first formal lesson. Daddy had to work pretty hard to get Amelia interested in skating (she wanted Mommy), but the stuffies on the ice and the instructor flopping on his belly to sing the "fishies in the water, fishies in the sea" song were sufficiently interesting to redirect the storm.
We told Elizabeth she doesn't have to take lessons anymore, but they had an appropriate group for her and it seemed like it would be more fun to skate than to sit and watch so she's participating.
After skating we came home and cooled off in the paddling pool with neighbours until late afternoon. Then Elizabeth and Matthew went to their MUCH anticipated "Nerf Battle" at karate. Amelia cried all the way home when she realized she didn't get to stay. We may have eventually placated her by having candy and pizza for supper (this is what the older two taunted her with right before leaving the car, in a "we get to have this and you don't!" kind of way. Gah! Siblings!!!).
I picked the kids up way past Matthew's bedtime (which possibly was part of the appeal for him). I was quite dismayed to arrive to find him sitting lethargically in the hall holding an ice pack to his head. Apparently he got shot in the head at close range a few minutes before I showed up, but once I showed up he was keen to tell me all about how awesome everything was and how he'd eaten THREE pieces of pizza and drunk TWO whole juice boxes and how that was even more than Elizabeth cuz she just had ONE juice box. I took them home sweaty and happy, and thankfully all in one piece.