A hit and a miss...and then another hit and another miss

This weekend we got a taste of what the next 15 years or so is going to be like. Molly had ballet on Saturday morning (her second lesson) - and Max had his first skating lesson. The kid's lessons are at the same time, so we had to juggle getting them up, shoving some breakfast into them, and then splitting up and getting them to their respective classes.

I was in charge of Molly and getting her to ballet. The rules for ballet are that parents aren't allowed to stay and watch as apparently we are too much of a distraction (there is a small window in the door we can watch through but it kind of feels stalker/weird-ish) so I dropped her off and then just kind of stood in the hallway like an idiot.

Besides daycare I have never left the twins anywhere (other than with my parents) so I was not used to this and didn't really know what to do with myself. A bunch of us moms just sort of stood in the hallway like "now what?" So what did all of us do with our free 45 minutes? A good majority of us walked across the street to Sobeys and did our grocery shopping. What the hell is wrong with us! We get 45 minutes to ourselves and the best we can come up with is errands? I am bringing a 26'er next time and turning this thing into a drinking game. For every time Molly lifts her skirt over her head, does "her move", or tries to distract one of the other girls - we are all doing a shot. I don't really know the other ladies yet so I will start with something girly like Bailey's and see how it goes from there.

Anders had Max and the two of them were pretty excited for their first skating lesson. I am not going to lie - I had some high hopes of Max turning into the next big thing in the NHL. He is a Swedish Canadian hybrid - which in hockey terms is basically like taking awesome, and mixing in some fantastic - and creating pure fabulous! Or I thought it was. Apparently - the spirits were good, and everyone was pretty excited - until Max's skates actually made contact with the ice. From then on in - it was a disaster. Max spent most of the time on his ass, his knees, or all fours.


On his way out the door - hope was still pretty high at this point...



Actually have the skates on - and getting less cool with the idea...

This kind of sums up the class - the poor kid

Which brings us to today. I signed up the kids and me up for a fun family race (called a cupcake chase since the kids got cupcakes at the finish - how cute is that!) At 9:00 am I did the 5km with a friend and her friend, and then Anders brought the twins down for the kids 1km race which started at 10:30 am.

There was a fun kids warm up - which they both loved - and then we lined up according to age and we were off. Max was a super star and did great. Molly on the other hand has somehow learned how to fake injuries for sympathy. I looked over at the half-way mark and Molly was jumping on one leg yelling "my knee - my knee!" Sweet Jesus. 

This is the kids warm up - Molly went off the script and free-styled it.
Maybe that is why she hurt her knee

I kept going with Max, and as we got close to the finish line - the announcer said his name on the speakers and started to cheer him on. He got the biggest smile and his face - made little fists and put his head down and just started running the devil was on his heels. I was/am so proud of that little guy - and he was so proud of himself as he crossed the line. 

Max coming down the home stretch. 

Molly and Anders came a few minutes later and they both looked like they were limping out of a battle zone. After the race I asked Anders how it went and he said Molly tried every trick in her book. She had the knee injury (which healed instantly when Anders told her she wouldn't get her cupcake if he had to carry her), then she told Anders she couldn't remember how to walk (that is a pretty ballsy move - you gotta be pretty cocky to pull that one off) and of course - she pulled the good old stand-by "I am too tired." She was getting passed by kids who couldn't have been more than 18-months old. 

I know that they aren't going to be good at everything, I just want them to at least try it. So maybe the next race will be just Max and I - and Anders and Molly can try something new.

Enjoying some post race cupcakes