This is my favorite photo from our Memorial Day weekend visit to my parents. After we had a big family dinner on Saturday we (the adults, cordoned off in the dining room) noticed that the kitchen, where the five cousins were seated, had gone quiet.
I went outside to investigate, where I found all of them engaged in a game of Wiffle ball in the front yard. Ryan was as engaged as any of them, despite the fact that the game was not of his choosing.
It was not lost on me that I was watching them play one of my favorite childhood games in the exact same spot where I used to play it with my friends.
I joined in, because I love Wiffe ball, not because my presence was needed. They were just fine without me, thank you. It was a perfect capper to a great visit, one in which Ryan could consistently be found playing various sports and games with the other kids with little if any coaxing — in marked contrast to previous visits.
The weekend would continue with Ryan scoring his first goal of the spring hockey season, in front of his grandparents. As long weekends go, it will be a tough one to top.
No matter the age, from peewee to the NHL, many hockey practices end the same way — with a shootout contest. The players take turns skating in alone against the goalie. If you score, you remain alive and get back in line. If you miss, you head to the dressing room. I’ve watched Ryan take […]
I was browsing old photos on Facebook this morning, searching for inspiration. That’s when I realized that seven years ago yesterday, I posted an album of our first (and thus far only) trip to Disney. Seven years! I can’t believe it has been that long. But even more than that, I can’t believe how successful […]
I brought Ryan with me to the office yesterday for Take Your Child To Work Day. It was either the sixth or seventh time I’ve done so. Since I work in hockey, this day is a Really Big Deal for Ryan, and he looks forward to it every year. Sadly, he is aging out of […]
Here we were, outsider another hockey arena, trying to figure out what to do after our planned dinner destination didn’t pan out. It was not lost on me that I dug up and posted an old blog entry about this very topic, and how a last-minute change-up in dinner plans turned what should have been […]