Soccer time is here again. For the next 10 weeks my Tuesday nights and Saturday mornings are dedicated to cheering on the girls, kissing any owies and rolling my eyes at the parents who act like the kids are playing for an Olympic gold medal.
Bailey and Ryleigh have already played for three seasons, but it's Avery's first time on the field. I'll consider it a success if we make it through the season, without her making another kid cry.
Last night, practice was so cold, that I hung out in the van with Presley. As Ry and Avery's team played a scrimmage, Luke and Bailey were off to play at the park, on the other side of the field. Sometime later I look up from my paper to see my son running through the scrimmage...with his pants around his knees and his "equipment" wagging in the wind. He had an accident and didn't' like the feel of the wet pants, I guess! I jumped out of the van and ran to him, meanwhile the game came to a complete halt and the girls' coach was cracking up. Leave it to my son!