Entry FeedThis winter, total family ice time each week was somewhere in the 20 - 25 hour range. Yep, pretty crazy.
Daughter claims that she wants to start hockey next season. I tried my best to talk her into figure skating, but no dice.
She is pretty good at coming to watch her brothers. I love the fact that she doesn't really complain about sitting in a cold, loud arena, but every forth week when I actually have to bring Son Two to her 60 minute dance class - THE ISSUES!
Now that the weather is nice, Husband sets up the nets in the driveway and the kids run back and forth with their balls taking shots. Yesterday, Daughter grabbed her stick, too.
(NOTE: Trying to get Daughter to play right since if she ever wants to play field hockey, it is only right. But she, her dad, and Son Two are all left shots.)
After about 20 minutes, Daughter climbed into her little flinstone car and took to the driveway. She did a perfect oval lap yelling, "Get off the ice! Here comes the zamboni!" And then after one lap she yelled at her father, "HEY REF! Move the nets for me!"
It was really cute! Her little feet moving to push her car in nice ovals around the driveway while the boys stood near the nets waiting for the ice to clear.
Maybe, instead of hockey, I should get her into driving lessons so that when she grows up, she could drive the zamboni!