It's a full load, let me tell you. First there is this little nugget who takes up most of my time. It's a good thing she is so cute. And I don't mind at all - best job in the world!
Then there is this little activity that is so foreign to me I don't even know what to do with myself. Kevin has pointed out that I need to work a little harder at this "hockey mom" thing. Here he is instructing me on how to suit up the boys for practice. "Erica," he says, "you really have to pull the laces tight, and then you do this and this and that and flip this around here and double knot and swing it around," blah, blah, blah. Can you tell I was listening? Well, I wasn't listening because my "multitasking" ability allows, well, only one task at a time. In this case, taking cute pictures of my favorite men in my life who appear to be fully engrossed in their element.
I also became slightly uncomfortable being in a locker room. "Kevin," I said, "do the hockey moms come in here?" "Yes, Erica, the hockey moms come in here," he answered back. Well, I didn't see any hockey moms. All I saw was another dad who appeared to want to suit up himself but for the strange not-so-hockyish-hockey-mom wearing a camera around her neck. Sorry hockey dad!
So anyway, this suiting up thing takes 20 minutes at least. Two kids, 46 pieces of equipment and no less than 205 drops of sweat later we have this. They do look cute, don't you think? Soooo, if you're ever in doubt as to my whereabouts, I'm either snuggling a baby or trying to remember what Kevin told me about the hockey skates. Don't tell him I wasn't listening.