*again, the bedtime story*
Trusty Husband: What letter is that?
The boy: L
Trusty Husband: And what is that a picture of?
The boy: The Stanley Cup
In the book L is for “Lord Stanley’s Cup.”? The official name of the cup.
Why in the world do I have to wait until he is 4 before I can sign him up for hockey lessons.? I think I’m calling the closest rink this week to see about midweek open ice time.? Exercise for both of us.
your boy is brilliant!
hey, what’s for dinner this week?
we are having paella monday and tuesday night. and possibly some sort of pasta/ground beef casserole thingy wednesday and thursday. it’s great cooking for only the two of us right now – meals last for days!
Oh my!
I can’t even tell how excited I was when I was sent out to see the Stanley Cup who was making the rounds a few years ago. My photographer snapped this great picture of me and I’m seriously grinning ear to ear.
Hockey lessons right now!
I’m sending that boy a soccer book pronto! He needs to have choices!
My brother played from when he was six. Nothing cuter than seeing a little one padded to the gills with a helmet bigger than his whole body. Can’t wait to see him do it!
As my mother once said, you can play whatever sport you want as long as you play A or B. More hockey for Oleg!