Now that Jack has mastered his bike, I guess it's time to move on to something new! Pat bought him roller blades on Sunday and he is doing pretty well with them.
A few weeks ago, Jack started playing street hockey with C, the boy next door. He is 8 and just started in a hockey program at the local ice rink not too long ago. One day he saw Jack out with his net and hockey stick and they have been playing street hockey since then. C upped the ante last week though when he came out in roller blades. I think Jack started asking for them after that, but it's also possible that Pat may have been the one to suggest it to Jack.
Jack calls C his "hockey best friend." I heard him saying that across the cul-de-sac last week when they were trying to divide up into teams when there was a group of kids out that day. Jack said, "I'm going to be on C's team because he's my hockey best friend." He doesn't quite get that the two kids who play a lot of hockey probably should be on separate teams to make it even!
It's been cute to watch Jack's friendship blossom with C. C came over last week to tell us when his next hockey game was in case we could get to it. Then at church C came out in the aisle to wave to us, or Jack really. After practice for the Christmas program, Jack walked out with C and then told me, "C and I were talking about when we're going to play hockey next." It sounded so grown up - Jack was making plans with someone and I wasn't needed.
This weekend, I let Jack go out in the cul-de-sac by himself and play with C all afternoon. I kept an eye on them out the window. They played hockey and then moved on to baseball and then Jack came in to get the pool noodle lightsabers and they had a pretty epic battle out there. This is exactly the kind of neighborhood relationships I hoped my kids would make some day. I want them to be able to be outside playing with all the other kids.
Jack now spends his afternoons asking me when C will be home so they can play hockey. Today the poor kid waited 5 hours. He was in his roller blades the whole time. Occasionally he would skate around a little bit or play with Casey. But mostly he sat on the curb, waiting. Then C had to do his homework when he got home and finally...finally, he came out to play. The sad part is after all that waiting they only had about 30 minutes before it got dark. I think they made the most of it though.