I hadn't been ice skating in a looooong time. Brian and I went one time, but it was definitely before I was pregnant with Jake, so it's been at least 7 years. Fast forward to last weekend, and it was a beautiful, sunny, 50 degree February day. Jake had been asking to go ice skating since watching the olympics, so I decided it was a good time to take him. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that it's pretty much like riding a bike.
And even more importantly, Jake loved it as well!! Two rotations around the rink and he wanted nothing to do with holding my hand. We skated for a little less than 2 hours; I think he would have stayed all night, but it was break time for the Zamboni to clean the ice so it was a good time for us to head out. Here are 2 videos, showing his progress...they were taken about 10 minutes apart.
We got home around 4:30 and Jake was pretty much done for the day at that point. After vegging out in front of the TV, we forced him to eat some dinner. After that, I hopped in the shower, and when I came out, I found this in my bed:
Fully dressed, passed out cold. This was at 6:30pm. He ended up being done for the night...I was finally able to at least move him to his own bed (though he stayed in his clothes!), and he slept until 6:30 the next day! Now I know how to tire him out!