I went to sleep filled with guilt. Then Max trotted into our bedroom at 4 am, and I plopped him down next to me. He gave me a little wave and said, "Hi!"
Heart-melt moment #1.
Sabrina woke me up at 6:45 with the rallying cry of, "MOMMY! I DIDN'T MAKE PEE PEE IN MY UNDERWEAR!!!" Then she shouted, charmingly, "DADDY!!! GET UP OR I'LL MISS MY BUS!!!" Clearly, we need to clue her in to using a morning voice. Meanwhile, Max spotted Dave's NJ Devils jersey lying on a bench in our bedroom. He gestured at it, and Dave slipped it on.
"AH-EEEE" Max said, the first time we've ever heard him say "hockey."
Heart-melt moment #2.
"You want to go to a hockey game?" Dave asked.
"YEAH!!!" said Max.
"OK!" said Dave.
Some of you may not appreciate the team, but you've just gotta love the spirit.
Then Max wanted to get off the bed and he started pretending he was moving around a hockey stick (he'd tried it at that family camp weekend). The jersey was so long on him it reached the floor.
"Max, you look like you're wearing a dress!" I said.
"YEAH!!!" said Max. Ooooooooo-kay.
"Max, you want to play hockey?" Dave asked.
"YEAH!!!" said Max.
Heart-melt moment #3.
We're going to try to make both happen. And get Max a kid-size jersey. And teach him to say "Go, Devils!"
I went to work with a pretty happy heart.
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