Girls rock

Amy was on the ice at 6:15 a.m. for training today.

This is the birthday card my mother sent Sorenne a few months ago (she has two 90 minute sessions tomorrow) and it’s fairly apt.

This is Amy being manager of Sorenne’s team last year, and now she’s manager of her senior team, and is finding that adults are way more whiny than kids. She’s on the phone constantly.

And while the girls are doing hockey, I try not to fall down, which I failed at spectacularly the other day and managed to cover a room in blood. That’s me and one of the kids who try to take care of me.