Winning DIY

In between my struggle to get out of my grey clothes, I managed to do a sweet little diy for my hockey playing son.

If you know someone in hockey or another sport, you might find this an easy to remember a special game.

When he scored his first goal of the season, the Coach gave him the puck as a memento.  Since this puck was also the first goal he has ever scored while playing in a league for the past 2 years, I thought it would nice to somehow display it in his room.

We kept it pretty simple.  All we needed was a shadow box, white pen, burlap and glue.

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I gently cleaned the puck and when it was dry, my son wrote the date of the game on the face of the puck.  The control freak in me really wanted to do the writing, but the mom in me knew it was important for him to do it.

We cut a piece of burlap to fit the backing of the shadow box.  All the shadow boxes we found had black backings, so the puck would have just blended in if we hadn’t changed it.  Then we glued it on.

Lots of glue was needed for the puck and lots of patience for while waiting for it dry was what came next.  When the puck was securely on the backing, we put the shadow box back together.

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Such an easy project and a big win for my son and his room!

 

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Super Bowl and What I Wore

A week ago tonight I was wrapping up an 18-hour travel day thanks to the snow storm that hit New York City just hours after the Seattle Seahawks won the Super Bowl.

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Future Hub and I spent three days in the city before I got to enjoy my first ever NFL game which just happened to be the Mac Daddy of all NFL games.
Weeks before the game all anyone could talk about was how the weather was going to affect the first Super Bowl to be held in an outdoor stadium. Just how cold was it going to be? Reports had temps dipping into the 20s. That had me dipping into a panic as to how I would stay warm and not look like a Sasquatch.
Enter my sister solving my quest for the perfect coat! TNA at Aritzia, she says. And the next morning I ran in and snagged the last mid-thigh length quilted, insulated coat…in gray.

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See how those tags are still on it? It turned out to be so warm that I didn’t need it and was able to wear my backup which was a tan North Face puffy jacket that covered my butt and still gave me room to move.
Almost more important than a coat was footwear. I didn’t own any cute boots that would be suitable for those possible temps and/or the snow that could accompany them. Nordstrom, REI, The North Face, Amazon, Zappos aaaaand back to Nordstrom. I fell in love and was thankfully rewarded (thanks to $20 extra for expedited shipping) with these North Face beauties:

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Not only were they warm and not only did they look cute with leggings and skinny jeans but they were soooo comfortable! F-Hub and I wandered the city from Midtown to Downtown to Little Italy and back and my feet were warm and comfortable the whole day.
Finally, a cute, stylish hat wasn’t going to fit the bill last weekend. In fact, most of what I packed stayed in the suitcase. We both ended up cycling and recycling through our Seahawk shirts to proudly support our team and fit in with the rest of the thousands of fans wandering the city. Every ten feet I was high-fiving total strangers and yelling “Go Hawks!” because we identified each other through the gear we wore. For me, it was this:

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Oh, I have to mention that I saw Holly Robinson Peete wearing a long fur coat (white, I think). I tried to snap a pic but she caught me looking. I also saw Steven Tyler wearing a long leather coat and weaving through the crowd towards a hotdog stand.

I never saw myself as a football fan before I met F-Hub but after a weekend in NYC and the Super Bowl this might not be too bad!

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On the Ice

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It’s been about 5 months, maybe six that my son laced up his skates and hit the ice.  At that time, we were done. It had been a great season, but the previous six months felt long and it was time for a break.

Last night, we were back at the rink for his first practice of the season. You know what? I was excited to be back. It was great to feel the chill of the rink, to smell the stale air in the dressing room (well, maybe not so much), and to see the teammates and families again.

It is still summer outside, but it’s going to be a relief to be inside the cool rink waiting for the puck to drop!

 

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Like Father, Like Daughter

I learned a few things this past weekend:

1. Bend, OR is beautiful and I might like to live there one day.

2. With a little tweaking I might be able to play nine holes one day without completely embarrassing myself and holding up everyone playing behind me.

3. It’s not a myth, I am actually scared of snakes. Especially when one crosses the path on which I am hiking.

4. The fly fishing gene may actually run in my family. After watching our dad follow his passion for fishing for as long as I can remember, I actually caught five on my own (well, with the assistance of a guide – I couldn’t unhook those poor little fishes!).

5. I now understand something our dad has said for years: “A bad day on the river beats a good day at work.”

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There is no “I” in team

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My son is 6.5 years old and we have been involved in sports teams for the past few years. This year it is a little more serious in the fact that there are more practices and “real” games.  My husband is lucky enough to be an assistant coach on his teams and I help out with the team manager role and other volunteer jobs. So, based on this I have seen a few things and have formed a fairly strong opinion about some of the kids (and their parents).  This weekend at baseball was no exception.

My biggest beef so far, is the kid with an attitude, and his parents who think it is cute. Or they actually think he is a star. Not sure which is worse. When the kid is complimented on his good hit or long throw, he says, “I know.” The parents just smile. Really ?

Then, there is the parent who is always late to the practice or game, or just doesn’t show up. Really?  Unless, there is a legit reason (eg: parent working, illness), just be there, or let the Coach know.  This is a team sport. It takes a certain amount of kids to play the game and make the practices worthwhile.

Please volunteer. Sports for kids are run by volunteers. There are very few paying jobs at this level. It takes a village to raise a child, and it takes lots of parents to make sure the practices and games take place. Offer to help! Do anything! Bring a snack, hand out pucks or balls. Just ask!

Also, give your child some independence. This is a skill that is so important, yet often overlooked in today’s self-entitled world.  Let your child carry his own sports bag or if your child is in hockey, let him figure out how to drink from his water bottle at the break. You don’t need to run down the stands and hand it to him.

I am under no pretenses that my kid will be a professional athlete, and I don’t think I really want him to be. The attitudes and egos demonstrated by some (not all) athletes, don’t really make for a great role model (IMHO). But sports are a great learning vehicle; how to play with others, hand/eye coordination, physical activity, listening, cooperating, the list goes on and on.  It’s also fun for the adults to watch, participate and meet new families.

So parents, please participate and be present at the games and practices.  Teach your child to be humble and a good team player.  The coaches and their families will appreciate it. Think of what a great example you are setting for your child.