First of all, I just noticed that my daughter has started commenting about a post relating to her. I am going to have to start locking down my computers more, she is getting a little too proficient.
As all five of us were driving to Ashburn, we had the following conversation. Anna was trying to listen to the Christmas music, and Sam was yammering on about something, I can't remember what, he was probably expressing his amusement with the word 'baloney' or something like it. But Anna said, "can someone please get Sam to be quiet! I am trying to listen to the music and he is making so much noise that I can't here it!"
Kathleen and I, without hesitation and simultaneously said, "welcome to my world."
Sam could not skate at all. Not even the teeniest bit. His feet would shoot out in any direction they were pointed. But Sam wasn't scared, or frustrated, no Sam thought this was the funniest thing that had ever happened since the Marx brothers. You would hold him in the air, and every time he tried to stand up on the ice, his feet would start scrambling all over the place and he would get this deep belly laugh and would just keep laughing. It was impossible not laugh with him.
PJ, was by contrast, trying harder and learning faster. He was also taking a lot of spills. He would, fall, and fall again, every time saying "I'm OK! I'm OK!" Even when he thumped his head against the ice, or when he fell hard on his but. He kept inching his way around the edge.
Anna has been out five or six times now, and relative the rest of the family is Dorothy Hamil. She was off skating on her own for the whole time we were there, and was doing better than mom and dad. It was a very 'family' night for us, and a good time was had by all. Especially Sam, even though he never actually could stand up.