We found out today what Max's destiny will be... to become a professional hockey player. Well, that or Olympic figure skater, but I didn't mention the later to Abram.
Aida, Kristin and Jamie invited us to go ice skating with them and if I'm honest, I was a little skeptical. I figured we would get there, he would fall, cry, get cold, and want to come home. But no! We had a fabulous time. Max didn't fall at all - thanks to a big white bucket he clung on to for dear life. And no thanks to the skating prowess of either of his parents.
In fact, Abram and I argued on the way there who should skate with him. I told Abram I hadn't skated since I was Max's age, and he told me the last time he skated was in college when he asked a Norwegian girl out. She promptly ended it after seeing his moves on the ice. Why he decided this would be a good thing to do with a girl who practically comes from the North Pole, I'm not sure, but I digress.
The point is, Max was in heaven the whole time. Nothing but big grins and a couple commands of "faster!" Who knew it would be such a hit? So besides my aching legs, I'm so glad we went and can't wait to go again.