Thursday, June 19, 2014

Hockey and Dance (Read Also: Our Life Savings and Social Lives)

This summer we signed Tyson up for summer hockey and enrolled Mila in her first ever dance camp. If they both like it, we can kiss away our savings AND our social lives. I'm told this is the definition of a parent's unconditional love for their child.

Tyson has been in ice skating since just after he turned two, but this was first go at hockey with full equipment and a stick. A stick! On the ice! After years of watching hockey, I'm just now realizing how dangerous this sounds.

Daddy and Tyson were thrilled. I was terrified.

Suiting up (is that's what you call it?) took approximately 30 minutes. That's roughly the same amount of time he had on the ice. And that was with Daddy's help. If I'm ever left to the duty by myself, we might have to budget a few extra hours. Or days.

The effort was worth it because he looked cute. I mean tough. He looked tough.

He fell at least fifty times, but got up each time with a smile on his face.  He was the slowest. But in his defense, he was also the youngest. He could have easily been frustrated, but instead he yelled to us from the ice, "I'm practicing!" On the way home he eagerly told us he thought he "really got the hang of it at the end."

Turns out he didn't just look tough, he was tough.

Mila is enrolled in a 5 week summer dance camp in yet another attempt to get her into a setting without Mommy by her side. And also because she looks ridiculously cute in a tutu and ballet shoes. Ridiculously.

"Suiting up" for her practice took two minutes, although I'm still not sure if her ballet slippers were on the right feet. Is there a right and left ballet slipper? I never took dance and couldn't seem to find a distinction. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? I guess I can always blame her lack of coordination on my inability to determine right and left.

There were a few tears when class first started, but she quickly warmed up to her teacher and the idea of dancing around a classroom with scarves and a tambourine in her hand. Perhaps she was a gypsy in a past life. Either that our a mouse because she also really really likes cheese.


It's been two days since her first dance class and Mila has requested to put on her dance "costume" again no less than 50 times. It's been three days since Tyson's first hockey practice and he keeps asking how many more sleeps he has until he can go back.

Looks like we'll need to start clearing our social calendars.... and our bank accounts.

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