One thing I miss since the hockey passion has taken up all our head space around here is the children’s lego. We used to, when Ben was younger, sit on the floor and put together entire lego cities complete with fire stations and houses, construction scenes, and many little vehicles for his mini figures. We built buildings and connected streets leading to the police station. I spent many a Sunday morning, in pjs with my cup of coffee, sorting and playing with him to a point where I considered it my own hobby, too. Then the kids got bigger, the house appeared smaller, and there was less room to spread the lego we built out in the basement rec room. Also the hockey gear needed a place to dry and air out…
Did you know that kids as young as 8 can get recruited in hockey?
Seems some coaches are looking for their next talent by attending competitive games now, at the end of the regular season, and just prior to playoffs. Seems at least one coach is impressed with our son’s performance on the ice. We are now the owners of a new coach’s business card.
There are many questions we have regarding sending our son down the path of more competitive hockey. Questions that have to be answered, at some time, but not necessarily right now. After all, that boy is not even 9 yet… Continue reading
This morning I bought a gigantic container of marinated olives and some fresh buns and when I came home, I ate them. Not all of the, but many of them…they hit the spot for my salt craving and also for my not having eaten a proper breakfast before rushing out with the kids and then going to the store.
But herein lies the problem: olives are salty which means I will be thirsty. (I AM thirsty right now, how does soda water with lemon or line sound?)
Thirsty for me means stay close to a bathroom.
Only problem is: I gotta go to a rink in Timbuktoo for a game at 6:25 and if we don’t leave the house during the window of opportunity between 4:00 – 4:15 pm then we will be stuck in rush hour traffic and late.
Sitting in the car for an hour and a half without access to a bathroom is going to be not fun.
We have to be dressed at the rink 30 minutes prior to the game.
So…what to do what to do?
First, gotta get me a drink. Then…plan to stop drinking as of, say, 2 pm?
This is what is occupying my brain today.
I think it’s clear, even if you are new to this blog, that we are heavily involved on the sports side of things with our kids. It’s the kids that have requested to play in organized sports, and we started them out slowly, at local community centres and summer camps, to find out what it is they wanted to take out of these kinds of activities.
Food is a never-ending thing for families, isn’t it. It actually registers pretty high on my radar of late, what with hockey- and gymnastics season started. Seems kids want to eat pretty much all the time, and most often they want snacks.
But, as I’m learning through research and inspiring recipe-googling, I discovered that Continue reading
Yesterday, the last day of July, I tweeted this:
Look, I realize that after that humidity-drenched few weeks in July the cooler weather was welcome by most of us. But that is no reason to hurry the kids back to school just yet. (Says the mom who cherishes her sanity by sticking the kids in front of the boobtube with Netflix.)
Point is, I am not READY for schedules and routine. I am NOT ready for hockey practices….
Except. Continue reading