B's hockey dream


Much to my dismay, both our boys (3 1/2 and 2 yrs) are huge into hockey (I'm hoping to avoid the cost of equipment and all the traveling hockey entails). It started over a year ago when B, the older child, started sleeping with a hockey puck rather than a stuffed bear. He insisted on it every night. This last Christmas, my mother-in-law gave the boys plastic goals and sticks, and so we have daily games, often back-to-back, in the kitchen, complete with the "National Anthem" and the two kids rocking back and forth like they see college hockey players do at their games, with a whistle blow (B sticking one finger in his mouth and making a high-pitched noise), a puck drop, "skating", shots on goal with one child falling onto his knees, and a siren signaling each goal.

B's latest thing is telling me, 2 weeks running, as I'm saying goodnight to him, that he's going to go downstairs to play hockey, and Jesus is going to be the goalie. I love it! Of course, he's also the kid that told us Jesus was going to give him a football helmet for Christmas and also told us Jesus is afraid of him when he's wearing his hockey helmet. I love seeing what the boys come up with!

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Sinéad said…
Dear Kim,
This is by far my favorite post of yours :- D I love them all, as I just discovered your beautiful blog, but this particular post really touches me.
I'm a 15 year old Catholic homeschooler, and I am forever always telling God - or rather, asking Him - "If You want me to marry when I get older, may I PLEASE have two sons first, and then however many children You have for me, I will have - but two boys as the two oldest, first." I'm not sure why, but because I have an older sister and a younger brother (and love the heck out of them), I love the thought of having older sons and younger daughters.
I also love hockey, haha, so I found this post very, very sweet.

Well anyway, I absolutely love your blog. I will check it daily, and I hope you post more.
I will remember you in my daily prayers, as well. So will my family.

Ad Jesum, per Mariam,
Sinéad

P.S. Are you really a new Country music fan? If so, I could listen to Country music 24/7. I love it.
Also, "Karol: The Man Who Became Pope" is my TOP favorite movie ever.
February 9, 2009 at 1:38 PM
Kim said…
Sinead, welcome to my blog! Thank you for visiting and reading. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm not sure how to put the accent on the e, otherwise, I would have.
February 9, 2009 at 9:54 PM
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