Ever get that warm and fuzzy feeling that you know you shouldn’t because it’s not right to be happy and gloat that your kid is the best one out there?

That’s my middle boy, Brady.

He started out like this…

And spent A LOT of time like this…

But not anymore…

No sir…

Now it’s more like this…

and this…

And I can’t help but be a little giddy about the fact that something happened this weekend and it all just clicked for him.  He was a man possessed.  He was flying around the ice and literally skating circles around the other kids.  At his practice yesterday all the other moms were like,

“Look at him go!”

“He’s amazing!”

“He’s so good out there!”

So yes, I’m gloating just a bit today, not to the other moms, but to you guys, because today, my little man Brady is the best darn 4 year old hockey player in his class.

Woo hoo!  Go Brady!!!

I’m so going to embarass him when he’s older!

Now if I could just get him out of that BC jersey and into a BU one we’d be in business!