ice ice baby

We brought Ada to curling on Saturday since it was an early draw and her favorite Auntie Katie was going to be there to help us watch Ada while we played. Ada has been to curling before and as soon as we told her she got to go on the ice she was THE MOST cooperative toddler you have ever seen.

Once we got her boots on I helped Ada onto the ice. Well, actually, I planned to help Ada onto the ice but she just jumped onto the ice without any help and took off. Several years ago Elliot and I traveled to Saskatchewan for Christmas and I had a huge case of cabin fever until Elliot took me out to the frozen lakes to run around. I was like a kid in a candy store and I can only imagine the look of amazement and joy on my face. That look was the exact same look Ada had when she got onto the ice Saturday night. Pure unadulterated JOY.

Ada spent the night trying to move stones, sweeping the ice, twirling around with Katie, skipping with Elliot and basically slipping and sliding on the ice. When it came time to leave she was so distraught that she threw herself on the ice. When we pulled her off the ice she ran back to the ice as soon as we set her down. And before we could finally get her to the parking lot she staged a toddler sit-in at the rink, throwing herself on the ground and writhing around until she felt her point had been made. That point - Ada likes the ice. She isn't sure why she was born into such a warm weather city. Don't we know that she has true maple leaf red Canadian blood running through her veins and those veins, they NEED the ice.