This weekend I got to go see my cousin Nate play his first and only hockey game of the season. (At his level it's more about drills and practice than actual games.) It was lots of fun. He spent a lot of time on the ice-literally, ALL of his body-on the ice. He has a flare for the dramatics. Aunt Jenni says that if the hockey doesn't work out there's always theater or stunt work.
After the game, Grandma Jan and Papa Bob took us all out to breakfast at Jersey's. I had lots of fun being a stinky little terror monster running away from the table. I tried to go upstairs a couple times but Mom kept saying, "Sorry, you're not with the band, you can't go up there."
Here's me cheezin it up for the camera with my cousins.
Taylor
P.S. I've got a great video to share, but we all know how Blogger feels about my videos. Head over to my flickr site to check it out.
P.S. I've got a great video to share, but we all know how Blogger feels about my videos. Head over to my flickr site to check it out.
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