Wordless Wednesday

Soccer Game #2

Was a muddy and humid mess... but oh how fun it was! And super exciting! I am hoping we will skip tball this spring and jump right back into soccer. I think I was meant to be a soccer mom. Who knew???

I think this was his 2nd or 3rd goal... setting up

getting ready to kick the ball into the goal...

and SCORE!!!!!!!!!! Way to go #5!!!

We ran into Jack's neighbor friend, who plays on a different team.

I ♥ soccer almost as much as Jack.

And I'm thinking this Saturday I may get out of my chair to get pics of the front of my kid playing soccer and maybe I should get the video camera out of the closet. We'll see. I can't wait.

Lovely

Doesn't it just make you smile?

♥

goofy kid

So, it's now 4:21 am. I've been up since 3 am. Woke up starving and missing my mister

(not that he would have woken up and played a game with me or anything)

JR and the brown dogs are sleeping away...

I decided to make a collage of the goofy pics JR wanted me to take

after his first hike in the mountains...

not sure who he gets this goofiness from

♥

Wordless Wednesday

Wabbits?!?!?

What, you may ask, is this lovely little brown dog looking at???

She can sit and watch forever...

as long as they are there... munching away on our backyard.

His First Soccer Game

Was fun,

busy,

exciting,

and HOT.

#5 of the Patriots (or Eagles, I'm not quite sure which one his coach is going with but we won't get into all that) played his heart out and came SO close to scoring several goals. Looks like I'm going to have to do some research and start working with him in the backyard, which will be good exercise for me, right?

And as we were leaving the park, one of those orange kids passed us on the walkway...
I saw him smiling once he saw JR...
Not a sweet little boy smile...
And as we passed him, he did a thumbs down and BOOED my son.
Luckily, my son saw a friend from school, a cute little girl, and was totally interested in her.
I, on the other hand, saw it all and it took all I had not to correct that child and teach him sportsman-like behavior (this is the edited version of what I wanted to do).
Mister tells me I need to get used to it because that's just how little boys are.
Wow, really? I am not impressed and not sure how I am going to make it through years of sports with JR without saying something I shouldn't to some other persons child!
I'll let you know how next week goes.