soccer

I just have a minute here before I have to go pick up the kids from school but it occurred to me that I never mentioned Jack's soccer "season." I have to admit, most of the games I sat and laughed and laughed at the way the little kindergartners ran around and followed the ball in one big blog. Jack was always running after it with an intense look on his face, but he was never aggressive enough to actually get in there and kick it. It was still awesome to watch, though. What he really wanted was to be the one chosen to throw it in, but he wasn't loud enough to get the coaches attention. We finally told them he hadn't had a turn yet, so he got a turn. But he threw it back out of bounds. Dave and I just laughed. And Jack didn't care.

One time, things seemed to align and there he was, with the ball at his feet, right in front of the goal. And he kicked it in! It was awesome.

Right after his goal.

Getting ready to go.

I thought soccer was a lot of fun. I like being a soccer mom and can't wait to do it again.