The last couple of weeks of March get pretty hectic around here, our own personal March Madness, as hockey and baseball season start to overlap for Roddie, with the hockey team usually hitting their stride and the baseball team getting pumped up for the start of the season (heaven help us once these boys hit puberty!)
The way things worked out this year, the hockey team did not progress in the playoffs, and therefore wrapped up last weekend, and the travel baseball team has their first games this upcoming Sunday - perfect! (Well, except Norah has a touney all weekend also, but that's not what this story is about)
In addition to the travel baseball team, Roddie had the option to play for his middle school team, which he first declined, stating "I really could use the break". Cool I say, good for him for knowing what is too much. Until ONE DAY before the end of hockey season, when he changed his mind. We scramble around, get him registered etc. all is good. Practices every day after school with his friends, representing his school, not in his default position holding down the sofa with a device in hand - all good. In addition he's pretty much talking about baseball non stop, this team, that team, the Red Sox - seems he turned the page completely for the season.
Yesterday, the schedule was school practice from 2-4, and then travel practice from 4-6, same location so he'd just stay. There was also an optional scrimmage for hockey at 5:30, which we obviously declined. Some time during the first practice, the second got cancelled (it was COLD and windy out) so he didn't know until Matt turned up to pick him up. Apparently the first words out of his mouth when he got in the car were "cool, can we go to hockey then?"
In case you needed confirmation, his first love will always be hockey.
