Hockey practice....or not.

Well, we all know life with 3 little kids can be a bit (BIT? did I just say BIT? HAHAHAHA) Crazy. Getting to hockey is always a bit rushed. Mass ALWAYS runs over, and so we rarely get home before 1. (Forget going to an earlier one, we have 3 kids!) And we have to leave for hockey by 1:20. In that time, Selah has to eat, and so does everyone else. Plus Jonah has to get dressed- the locker rooms are too hectic and they SMELL! So in the rush, somehow we forgot some of his pads. So instead of hockey, Bryan and the boys went to open skate. We were already there, so it seemed silly to go back home. (Mind you it was 20 for open skate or 25 to buy new pads. Should've bought him new pads.)

Bryan swears he will never skate again, and I doubt that I will be able to get Noah back on the ice this season.

SUPERMAN- skating in to save the day!

Noah, "skating"

PLEASE, PLEASE let me quit Mom!

AHH, so much better. I will just watch the ZAMBONI machine!

In awe of the Zamboni.

Mug shot

Hasn't taken his eyes off of it yet.

This is one of the five million things that he is going to be when he grows up.

Along with fighter pilot, CID or FBI agent, garbage truck driver, construction worker, shall I continue, or do you get the picture.

(Why don't they ever say "stay at home mom?")

Gotta get that last look as they put it away!