Hockey

Hockey has started, and with 2 boys, everything is doubled. 2 helmets, 2 sticks, 2 pairs of pads, 2 jerseys, 4 skates, and one giant bag (that I am certain I could even fit into!). It is a learning experience for all of us that's for sure. Practice twice a week, volunteer hours, fundraising, tying skates as tight as I can, where do all the pads go, pulling helmets off slowly and gently because apparently it really hurts. It feels like chaos sometimes, and I'm not sure if I'm fully prepared for what being a "hockey mom" entails, but if these boys (or maybe only one of them) want to play hockey, then I'm willing.

They got put onto teams last week (of course not the same one, that'd be too easy!). Hudson is #13 on the blue team and Pax is #8 on the yellow team. Can you tell by this picture which boy really, REALLY likes hockey?!?!? Yep, it seems Pax is a natural. He gets it and he likes it. His teeny tiny little body cruises around the ice and you really can't help but laugh. But he's good. Hudson, as completely expected knowing his personality, is a little more reserved, doesn't want to fall so he takes his time, moves his feet slowly and cautiously, but he's trying and gets more comfortable at every practice. And the fact that both of these boys had to use walkers to hang on too just weeks ago, I'm amazed at the progress they're making!

I got out on the ice with them this weekend, for the first time in like 15 years! My size 5 skates still fit me and I was pleasantly surprised that I could actually still skate (I was in figure skating through all of my childhood)! And the boys loved me skating with them! We'll have to go more often as I could tell it really helped Hudson's confidence, following Mommy around the rink.

And we all had fun! Mommy's sore feet and all!