B could entertain himself for the entire day with his hockey stick and ball. He lives for hockey. Which is interesting because although RKA does play in a rec league he is taking this year off from hockey and we don't watch NHL at home. So where does he get this passion for the puck? Maybe it is his Grandpa's penchance for watching hockey on his big screen TV. Perhaps, it is his Uncle B's obsession with hockey pools. Or it could just be ingrained in his little Canadian spirit, but somehow, B seems to have inherited a great love for the sport.
R is less enthused by hockey. She would much rather be inside painting, crafting, and watching her beloved Treehouse. But she throws him a bone once in awhile and picks up her pink-taped hockey stick. B was thrilled last week when our friends from TO were visiting and he had some little buddies to shoot the puck with. Everything is always more fun with friends - especially with these road warriors!
The enthusiasm of these little ones is contagious...I find myself bundling up and heading out to the street to stick handle, shoot the puck and shout, "goal". There is also the intermittent shout, "car" and move the net when the neighbours come home followed by the classic, "game on!". Looking into my crystal ball I imagine I will soon find myself warming up the car at 6am to get to practice and sipping hot chocolate from a Thermos while cheering on my little hockey enthusiast...actually it even sounds fun! Game on!
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