ICE!

In December, Joy and I got together to take Ian to Nashville for his first visit to Ice.  Joy lives for these types of outings.  This was actually her second trip last year to Opryland for the ice exhibit.

We began by suiting up in the heavy blue jackets provided with a ticket purchase.  skepticalIan expressed some skepticism over having a second heavy coat fastened around his first.  With his lined pants, two sweaters, and two coats, Ian found movement extremely limited.  In his case, this is a very, very good thing.

Joy always documents her outings, which I owe her big for!  I’m totally stealing all of her pictures for this post.

A song of Ice and Fire frosty ice skating NativityTaxi at ICE!liberty Nativity 2   Taxi at ICE

sliding!While the slide started well enough, Ian’s abundance of layers prevented bonkhim from reaching out to balance himself, or stop his momentum, so at the bottom, he ended up toppling face first.

 

Ian’s topple brought on the rare occasion of Ian requesting to be carried.  He’s too busy with too much independence to have time for mom’s hugs and snuggles anymore, but every now and then he’ll ask to be held and snuggle in close.

checking out Santa here we go ICE! all bundled upLogans!After our icey adventure, we ended our day with dinner at our mutually favored establishment: Logan’s.  Joy and I love the wings and skins; Ian loves the dinner rolls.  Comfortable ending to an exciting day.

 

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