Simple things

This past week­end Wal signed me up for ski­ing lessons. I cursed. I stamped my feet. I was sick to my stom­ach. I.DID.NOT.WANT.TO.GO.NOT.ONE.LITTLE.BIT. Some of you might remem­ber that I once skied down a moun­tain. In France. With real snow. So why was I freak­ing out about ski­ing down an indoor ski cen­tre? I don’t have the fog­gi­est idea, all I know is I wasn’t happy!  As you’d expect I had a blast! I’m look­ing for­ward to doing it again.

On Sun­day I decided that Squidge needed to get back on her bike.  She is a pro at rid­ing but not start­ing off and I was deter­mined that she would learn today!  So off we all went on our bikes.  There was lots of cheer­ing “you can do it!” and “Oooooh! Almost had it that time!” I think the thing that did it was promis­ing her that the harder she tried and the bet­ter she did the big­ger the bowl of ice cream she could have.  Now I don’t know about your kid but mine will do just about any­thing for ice cream.  At one point her bowl was as big as her Daddy’s head and if you’ve ever seen her Daddy’s head you’d know that is one HUMUNGOUS bowl.  Well folks I’m pleased to say that she was tak­ing off on her own before we got to the end of our road. We live in the middle/upper  end so it wasn’t long before she got the hang of it.  Once at the park she did a bit more prac­tic­ing then it was time to fly our kite.  Oh did I for­get to men­tion that I had bribed her with ice cream AND kite fly­ing?  Sorry folks, bribery, it’s how I roll!

Some­times it’s the sim­ple things that make your day. We had an absolutely fan­tas­tic time rid­ing bikes and fly­ing kites. So much so that we went back the next day! Oh and in case your won­der­ing Squidge had an enor­mous bowl of ice cream with sprin­kles, choco­late chips, pink edi­ble glit­ter, pop­ping candy, choco­late sauce and whipped cream.  Nir­vana for my girlie!

So tell me what you did for fun this weekend?