Score!

You can't go wrong with a little boy when you suggest hiking, hockey and building a tent as part of your weekend plans.

Friday we took an evening hike in Baird's Creek and looked for sticks, animal tracks and open water; it was like a nature scavenger hunt. What we found was a gorgeous sunset.

Saturday we took advantage of family night at a Gambler's Hockey game. Who can resist $1 'hot dogs' (sorry, these make me gage) and soda (the size of thimbles)? Never-the-less, Jackson loved the constant music and excitement and Chris and I were thankful that the people in our row let us sit on the end. Jackson squirmed, danced, jumped, ran, you name it, the entire game. This would have been a nightmare if we had sat in our assigned seats, smack dab in the middle of the row.

Sunday morning Jackson jumped into our bed at 6 am and began pretending the sheets were a tent. I suggested making a tent with room service downstairs. As a two (almost three!) year old, you can't pass up such an offer. So, Jackson started Sunday morning out in a tent, eating pancakes and watching a new cartoon called "Chuggington". What more could he ask for?