Leo has become a vocabulary machine…we heard LOOK! for the first time over the weekend when we were at the toy store and he yelled this word for the first time as he pointed at something down the aisle (we were so shocked by and proud of this new word that we’ve completely forgotten what he showed us) and on our walk last night he squealed GEESE! pointing up to the sky (they were indeed geese…welcome home geese, welcome home – it’s been a long winter, and we are so happy to see you)
While those words are fun…there are two other new words that seem a little more “important” and indicative of our recent focus and activity.
PUCK & STICK
The Krekelberg household might be a little hockey obsessed lately. NHL hockey on TV Sunday afternoons. Hockey Guys in the dinning room. Hockey games in the basement. Hockey in the driveway. Hockey in the kitchen with empty paper towel rolls as sticks and just about anything as a puck. Buying new hockey sticks. Reading hockey books (Z Is For Zamboni). Making signs to take to hockey games. Cheering on (in person & on tv) Minnesota’s finest high school hockey teams through the play-offs and championship.
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| finally we can play outside! |
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| teammates |
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| thinking about the next play |
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| who needs a puck...i've got ice & snow |
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| this is how you do a face-off |
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| i love using my brother's hockey stick |
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| gotta play hockey guys before breakfast with crazy hair |
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| wonder which game this was?!? |
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| look at all those hockey fans! |
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| OVER-TIME!! |
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| leo with a book i have memorized |
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| interesting stuff |
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| LOOK! the penalty pages!! i know about these!! |
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| PUCK & STICK |
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| happy hockey player and fan |
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| hockey+mini donuts=love |
My sons may not officially be playing hockey yet…but, believe me my friends, I am a Hockey Mom. I get schooled by Drew…to which he says “Mom, sorry you lost. Maybe if you exercise more you’ll be able to win.” Damon at least recognizes my skills and efforts…he asked Drew this past week (while we were all playing in the basement, yet again) “Aren’t you lucky your mom is such a good hockey player?” Thanks, Damon. It’s hard work keeping up with all my boys from the moment they get up to the moment they go to bed!
Unfortunately, UH, OH!, DREW-DREW, and OW-EE are also some words and phrases that lately Leo has been able to get some extra practice time with too. With all this hockey, I suppose it was inevitable…Drew’s first hockey injury. A high stick to the head. Blood. A screaming and kicking Drew. A screaming and clingy Leo. A Mom who needs to beef up her emergency situation skills. A calm and helpful Dad. A trip to the After Hours clinic. A glued-up forehead. A Taco Bell dinner for the injured and the hero. A likely scar on such a handsome face.
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| trust me when I say, this was NOT his overall disposition throughout the ordeal |
Damon said it best:
The fallout: a glued together forehead for Drew (and first scar) and a trip to Taco Bells for dinner. Last minute racquetball cancellation for Dad. A worried Mom. And a five minute major for little brother Leo.
It was a total accident (why didn’t I make them wear their helmets in the basement?!). Leo really does pass the puck well. He has even been known to get a few pucks past Drew and into the net. And it shouldn’t surprise anyone to know that he insists on using a big boy stick. But, we still need to work on that shot…unfortunately it’s more like an incredible golf swing.
Drew is doing great...and that cut is healing. And, it certainly has not derailed any hockey activity!!
Until next time...two weeks until it's all official!!