The children were giddy with excitement today and racing about the house wreaking havoc. We decided to do something fun (and active) with them to occupy the time until we had to leave for church. Ice skating sounded like the perfect solution, so back to the rink we went for round two.


And who should show up at the rink on this Christmas Eve? Santa!

Eleanor could not believe her luck. Ice skating with Santa all to herself! It really must be Christmas!

Cool guy Will was still uninterested in the ice. I think he is destined to be a surfer. Hawaii bound.

And the ice skating had no chance once he saw what was pulling in across the street. A miniature train!! Dad was cajoled into taking him for a ride. (Paul was a good sport. The train really is tiny, built for toddlers. Will insisted that Daddy go too.)


This made his day.


And this made hers.

Merry Christmas to All!