Ice skating yesterday went better than I expected. I did fine (though weird muscles in my legs are sore today).
Rye tried out the ice with just his shoes on first but then did attempt it with the skates. Mostly, he let Dane and I hold him up and move him along, but he did it for the first time ever and I was proud of him for that.
Later on that afternoon, he came down with a fever and fell asleep in my lap and then slept for two more hours at home. When I took his temperature before bed, it was 103.
He's still sick today. I feel bad for him.
Perhaps I'll get to stay home from work on my birthday after all (Leap Year be damned).
Here are a couple photos from both ice skating and my birthday dinner Friday night. Yes, I requested not cake but an apple pie. It's my birthday, right?
Here we are blowing out the candle.
Yep, he's officially a teenager. Check out the earbuds (and he was watching Star Wars clips on Dane's iPod Touch).
Lacing up the skates.