That Sweet Jamba Juice

We were driving in the car today and Annabel made a comment about the local Jamba Juice store. Apparently, she remembered the location because she made the comment before the place was in view.

I think Jamba Juice is mainly a West Coast thing. It's basically the Starbucks of fruit smoothies if you can imagine such a thing. It has a very healthfoody, "Nature is beutiful" type vibe going.

We've gone there a few times when we've happened to walk past it, but I wouldn't say we've gone there regularly. Apparently, Annabel likes Jamba Juice more than either Kristin or I knew because her comment on approaching it was:

"Boy, I wish I had some of that sweet Jamba Juice in my Tummy!"

She even said it in some sort of fanciful southern accent. It sounded like a commercial. Needless to say, we stopped and got both she and Gaby some of that sweet juice.

They were both very pleased.

First Time On The Ice

 

Kristin spent last weekend away, which left me solo with the girls. I knew they would miss mommy so my plan was distract them from the fact that she was gone by scheduling so many back to back activities that they wouldn't have any time to think about her. Then by the end of the day they would be so tired that they would fall fast asleep. The plan worked relatively well, the only major flaw being that it left me at least as tired as they were.

On Sunday Rick met us and we took the girls Ice skating. Skating was actually Annabel's idea. She asked about it several times before I finally found an ice rink in the city with an open skate time.

It's a stretch to call what they were doing skating. Rick and I would mostly hold the girls off the ground by both hands and then gently touch the blades of their skates to the ice so they could feel how the ice moved under the skate. Annabel only stood on her own weight for a few minutes and fell several times during that period. Still they enjoyed it.

Surprisingly, we ran into Aviv, one of Annabel's favorite classmates at the rink. Aviv skated on his own the entire time. His dad is a hockey player and this was clearly not their first trip to the skating rink. Aviv was managing to get around on his own, although falling occasionally.

The amazing thing is that as we were walking back to the car, Annabel turned to me and said

"Aviv fell several times, daddy".

I was surprised by that for a few reasons: First, I was impressed with excellent use of the word "several", which I later asked her to define and she came up with "More than a couple". Even more than that though, I was shocked to detect a hint of disdain in her voice, as though she was disappointed that he wasn't as good a skater as she was. In fact, Aviv is a WAY BETTER skater she is, and apparently Annabel managed to forget her own falls only moments after they happened.

"Everyone falls when they learn how to skate" I said
"Not me daddy."
"Yes you did. You fell too, don't you remember?"
"No."

I need to develop some techniques to keep her honest! Luckily I happen to have one of her falls on video tape. :)