B and her buddy, Emma. Em's in stripes.
O.k., so she's 7. We took the kids roller skating for the first time yesterday. Hubby and I didn't skate due to him fracturing his wrist and pelvis a couple of years ago and me slicing my finger open. His excuse was better than mine, but hey, I'll use what I can.
We went with some friends of ours and we were able to get some pretty good shots. I actually sat and cried a little because B ended up going off with her buddy on her own, not needing to hold my hand to stand up or move around. Not a big deal to most folks, but to those who know Brenna, she's very attached. E could care less about sticking close most of the time, but this was certainly a big deal in my eyes for Miss. B.
E would have been content to stay in the gameroom the whole time. Maybe it'll be more fun next time. We'll try to go again in a couple of weeks. B already wants a pair of roller skates.