This week, things are looking up. We went to lesson #2, and the other, sweet young teacher remembered last session's hysteria and did a good job of encouraging Fiona on (the grumpy lady took it upon herself to take a hike. Hooray!). Fiona clutched her walker, but by the end of the lesson, she was clutching the walker and moving along the ice without any prodding. She was smiling and laughing. She liked it. Hallelujah.
Yesterday, Fiona decided to run just about the entire 0.8 miles to the Y for her swim class in nothing but her bathing suit and sandals. I suppose when your 3-2/3 years old, you can get away with that. I'm jealous.