Ice Skating

So, we wanted to try ice skating with Max. I got him some of those double bladed skates (under $10 at Canadian Tire) and we brought him to the pre-school skate. Ross had the day off, so it was nice to do something different with all of us. So, we got ready...

Gloves, mitts, jacket, skates. All ready to go!

So, Max freaked out on the ice and we put him in a chair. They don't allow you to pick them up on the ice (very good idea, especially since falling from up in our arms could cause a whole lot more damage). This is Max and Ross "chatting" about ice skating. Well, Ross is trying to calm Max down and convince him that everything is okay. Max isn't buying that at all. In fact, Max is saying "up, pees. Up, pees." (pees=please).


It didn't help that there was a kid just outside the rink bleeding, with his two front teeth pushed in after falling on the ice. His mom was on the phone with his dad and the dentist as we came off the ice with Max, a few minutes later.

Here I am trying to talk Max into standing. After being on the ice he did not want to stand at all, just wanted to be up with me. He was not happy the minute his feet were on the floor.

So, our first ice skating trip did not go as well as I thought it would. I have to remember that Max has only been walking for a few months, so ice makes him even more unstable. Hopefully it will go better next time and Max and I can work on our skating together.


The last picture is just a neat one I took of Max with Brandon this afternoon. Max is putting the phone to Brandon's ear the same way that I put it to his whenever someone wants to talk to him. They are so cute!

Our first visit to the ER

It was inevitable... Max is a boy and it was bound to happen. I just did not expect it so soon and for something not really adventure-related.

Max found a way to pin his leg under an 81 pound box. Yup, we apparently left an 81 pound box leaning in such a way that Max, who is just over 20 pounds could move it. I could barely move it myself, I have no idea how he could have!

As a parent, I try really hard to think of everything that Max could possibly do to harm himself and then prevent it (hahaha, I know, reality bites because it is definitely an unreal expectation to put on myself, but I'm still going to try)... so there is no amount of reasoning that could possibly alleviate the guilt from something like this.

I know, boys will be boys. Uuggh!

As for the hospital, I am thankful that the wait was not long, the staff were fabulous, the xrays of his hip and leg were clear and Max, 24 hours later is walking with just a slight limp. He's not entirely himself, but who would be after all that?

Max was unable to walk on it and was crying in pain, so we did the right thing. Hopefully it was just soft tissue and will be fine. My only worry at this point is that the xrays did not show his ankle or foot, so there could be a problem in there. This morning, as Max got up and tried to walk but collapsed on it the first couple of times I was still worried. But, now that Max has started to walk on it, I am a little less worried.

So, with Max on the mend, I can safely say the first hospital visit is behind us. Yay!