6 months and Soccer

Pretend it is 3 weeks ago: Today was James' first soccer game. Excitement was building and our family of five was ready to cheer on our budding star.

We arrived to the soccer field a little early to eat lunch. As I watched John load up like a pack mule I quickly realized I had packed way too much stuff. All I was missing was a case of water to make it appear we were preparing to take up residency at the soccer field for at least a week.

Game time was 1:00, we arrived probably at 12:25. Coach asked us to be 20 minutes early for warm up anyway.

And we needed a warm up because our team of first grade boys needed all the help they can get. Not one ounce of talent has peaked through yet....I am sure our coach may be able squeeze out some sort of team resembling soccer players, but it might take all 7 weeks of the season. All the parents of these mighty Green Dragons are fiercely supportive and are cheering on boys as the trip over their own feet, score for the other team, and prancersize across the field. My child may have even thrown in a cartwheel for good measure.

Things get really interesting when I mention that in my haste to get dressed this morning I put on maternity clothes by mistake....oh my goodness! So imagine me bouncing a grunting baby, pulling up saggy drawers, cheering a no-good team of misfits...and then the grunting baby poops all over herself and me. I almost died laughing at the nonsense of it all. Thankfully I had my sling, so her half naked self and my pooped shirt were covered and I could return to the baby bouncing, sagging clothing cheering sidelines.

I might get an F at being a soccer mom, but I get an A for effort.

Fast forward to last Saturday's game. Ready to admit defeat at this whole "dragging three kids to a soccer game" thing. Mary fell asleep right before kick-off and I refuse to wake a sleeping baby and drag her to a public setting where her grunting makes it sound like we are on the sidelines of Wimbledon. Especially given the fact that in game 2, my eldest announced very loudly during the game that he needed to use the facilities. As there are none available at this field, it required he and daddy to dash home for a quick potty break. So really, I was quite relieved I wasn't there for anymore bathroom mishaps this past week.

Luke, cheering on his brother. Poor kid dislikes sitting for hours watching James run around...he may never want to play on his own team.

Me and little missy cheering on big brother.

 

Can you spot him? (Hint, #3)

And, Mary is 6 months. Here is some cuteness to round out this mini novella of a blog post. Enjoy!