The Girl in the Pink Pants

So excited for soccer to begin!!! (Someone's mother definitely needs to invest in some gym shorts. E only owns skirts. And a pair of pink pants. Is anyone surprised?)


After watching the other kids, E started striking this pose whenever the coaches talked. Pretty cute.

This is pre-"don't touch the ball with your hands" comment. They were supposed to be putting the ball through the cones. I kept thinking a coach would pull her aside and mention the cardinal rule of soccer... but alas, I had to wait until she rolled the ball my direction to enlighten the girl whose mom forgot to mention something so important.

M was very good at soccer practice. (Strange, I know.)

GQ, on the other hand, was just plain horrible. Not only was I responsible for the girl wearing pink pants and rolling a soccer ball around with her hands, I was also responsible for the screaming banshee on the sidelines.

GQ wanted to PLAY soccer. Not play with a ball on the sidelines... he wanted to run in and join the fun. I finally had to strap him down in the the stroller.

In my efforts to keep him from screaming I let him:

1. Pour a bottle of ice-cold water down his front

and

2. Draw all over himself with a ball-point pen

To no avail. He screamed anyway.

Don't let the smile fool you. Anyone want a 1 year old this Wednesday at 6:00?????