That’s my girl … demonstrating her latest and greatest form of awesomeness in her new skates from Santa.
And I’m the one-mom paparazzi following behind her as we circled the block again … and again … and again. Am I disproportionately proud of this pathetic feat of athleticism on my part? Well, yeah. I kind of am. It’s not Ironman, but you’ve got to start somewhere with this post-surgical rehab stuff, right?
Plus, we’ve got to hone our skating abilities to cement her future with the Big Easy Roller Girls. Maybe one day we’ll get to see her compete in New Orleans’ own ‘Running of the Bulls.’
Where can I get one of those hats? And do they come with the lady?
Thought this was going to be have you both on skates and her dragging you around the block.
Hey, balancing is still exercise, right?
And so is keeping up with her speedy little hummingbird pace. You’ve heard of the expression ‘Hell on Wheels,’ right?