Beedo

I can say with absolute certainty that I never thought growing up in Texas that I would one day be a "hockey mom." Football? Absolutely. Baseball? Sure. Soccer? A remote possibility.  But hockey wasn't even on my radar. I knew as much about hockey as I did about rugby or lacrosse or polo. In fact, all that I really knew at all came from my multiple viewings of Mighty Ducks movies. My sister and I really liked those movies! Fast forward many years, and here I am, a mother of three boys who all want to be hockey stars. In fact, Callan likes it so much that he invented his own word for hockey--beedo.  He wakes up saying it and points to every stick, puck, and/or any other random hockey paraphernalia yelling, "Beedo!"  I couldn't escape from hockey at this point if I tried. But you know what, I'm kind of digging it!  As crazy as it sounds, I think I might enjoy spending my time freezing in ice arenas watching my little sweeties skate around in full body pads and caged helmets. It's all part of the MN culture, and since this is my home now, I might as well hop on board, right?!

love my b all dressed up in his gear...how cute is that?!

So, I guess you could say we've all been bitten...by the hockey bug!  Well, most of us anyway.  We're still not sure about the middle one...

But there's no doubt about the baby...he wakes up every morning ready to take on his big brothers in a game of knee hockey on the living room floor.  Can't wait for this one to take the ice next year!