It took 45 minutes.
Once at the rink, we had to jerk and pull and coax ten sock-thick feet into the old, leather, rented skates. I, of course, was last on the ice. The baby was already done before I got out there.
Dad swooped in and saved the day. He took the one year old and the four year old home. The rest of us had a really fun time until we were tired and blistered. We enjoyed each other on the ice and on the walk home.
When we came home, I said, "Put all boots, gloves, hats, coats, and snow pants (I have to specify all of them or they will claim I didn't tell them to do it) away in the mudroom. When I say away, I mean on the hooks and in the baskets. Then, and only then, get ready for dinner."
I just thought I'd show you what my children think are hooks and baskets.
What do stay-at-home moms do all day, anyway?!