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
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.
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….
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Oh the plans I had for when hockey was over. Weather permitting I was going to be outside and hang laundry and putter in the garden beds and chip off flaking paint on the house wall and sit in the lawn chair with coffee or wine, depending on the time of day.
I am a horrible terrible mother who wishes that hockey was over right now.
He plays two games this Saturday. One at 8 am and the other at 6 pm.
Two weeks ago a ref decided to not blow his whistle when one of our kids got elbowed and went down. The coach alerted the ref who made the idiotic choice not to call the penalty. The ref ignored him. Our kid was still down, not getting up. The coach alerted the ref again, and the ref threw him out of the building. Continue reading
The resulting post below was inspired by an email my 8 year old son Ben sent to his coach upon finding out that he was nominated and will be awarded the Most Valuable Player award on Saturday, despite the fact that his team was eliminated and in 4th (last) place during the House League Season. His coach responded to Ben’s email with the most heart-felt commentary, I just had to share it. A copy of the email (with certain names taken out for privacy reasons) is at the bottom of this post.
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Do kids as young as 7 care about scores, and statistics? Do they really?
I made an enlightening, rather perplexing discovery about this exact topic with my own kid. Continue reading
Today is the last game for the House League team.
Tomorrow is the last practice for the House League team. The practice conflicts with an invite from an out-of-towner to play road hockey on his mom’s tennis court. To which the kids want to go, of course.
During the two Xmas days there will be skating. Or shinny. Or both.
Immediately after Xmas, on Boxing Day, starts the Select Tournament. He plays every day except one day between Boxing Day and New Year’s Eve.
So…if I’m not at someone’s house stuffing my face, I’ll be at the rink.