Soccer Continued

Grant has continued to enjoy his soccer games.  Last year he stood in the middle of the field and watched, but this year he has enjoyed chasing the ball.  When we can convince him to run the right direction he is even able to score this year!  Meanwhile, the other kids are working on getting as many ticks as possible.  Okay, not really.  But really.

Soccer Again

So, one of the reasons I switched the way I do my blog now is that I am saving my blog posts for journaling/picture purposes. This means I wanted to be able to post more pictures - since the printout of these posts will be THE record for those of my children who don't want to go squirreling through hard drives to look at themselves when they were really cute. Boy, that sentence was way too long. (Previous to now I have printed them all out and put them in picture books, but this combines stories with photos which I think is better.) Anyway, this means that now that I've closed the blog you will have to scroll through more photos than before. Ha.

So, here is our family at soccer. We opted for Monday night soccer this year so that Justin would "have" to come with us every week for FHE. It has been way fun than dragging all the kids to the field myself.

Spencer loves his Daddy:

Grant loves getting ready to go get the ball.  Getting the ball?  Not so much.  Getting ready to get the ball?  Yes, that is fun.

He would not take off his shirt underneath, so he is sporting the "I must wear a collared shirt to soccer" look.

I am obviously riveted by the game:

Soccer

Remember this:

This is Grant pretending to be nice when really he was just screaming because I would not let him out of his stroller during Ellie's soccer - because he just ran on the field.  (Also, notice how Spencer already has more hair than Grant at 1, and he's on Round 2 of the hair-growing business.)

Or how about last year, when I had to keep pulling him off the field during Meg's game.

Well, finally it was Grant's turn!!!!

He totally picked the ball up with his hands, just like Ellie.  I always forget to give the soccer rules speech to my sport delayed children.  But he was very excited that it was finally his turn to be on the field.  The girls were a little irritated I didn't sign them up this year.  Oh the tragedy of belonging to a family of siblings instead of a family of one!

This kind of mother

In honor of Mother's Day (not) I decided to be this kind of mother today:

the mother who makes her child skip dinner because she forgot to buy treats for said child's soccer practice.

I decided against being:

the mother who forgets the treats and forces 9 three year olds to miss "the best part" of soccer.
the mother who ditches her three year old at the field while she skips out to the grocery store.
the mother who is late to soccer because she had to go to the store on the way.

So, there we were:

the mother who fed her daughter four bites of homemade pizza and then said:  "Never mind.  Get in the car."

(Technically, she did have time to eat. Both GQ and E ate - but M is always done eating about an hour later than everyone else.)

I suppose I should have been:

the mother who actually went to the store on Saturday and bought treats and milk instead of reading a book.

Or:

the mother who actually went to the store on Monday and bought treats and milk instead of reading a book.

You win some, you lose some?

Soccer... the illustrated version

This week I remembered the camera.  It was not nearly as cold/wet/amusing as the week before... but the kids still looked a little like marshmallows.  M was very good at the pose below.  At soccer they call it "crush the bug."  Since this is one of M's favorite past-times (as long as the bug is not a worm), she was very good at it.

We were a little early this week, which is always good because GQ can play on the field a little while before he is relegated to the sidelines.

This is when both of M's coaches tried to convince her that it would be a good idea to kick the ball.  Obviously she is not so sure about it.

And below is my cheapo version of the team picture.  I just stood behind them and took my own picture... which totally embarassed Justin.

This is what I spend my time doing during soccer.

Oh wait, here I am doing it again.  Keeping that boy off the field is a full time job.

I don't have as many pictures from E's soccer because Justin can't come on Wednedays and so I have to chase GQ more often.

Every time I found a spare moment to take a picture, I would find E in the goal

Again.

Finally, a picture outside the goal.

Cheating again.