I am not an athlete. . .Tony is a competitor, but he’s no athlete either. Thad has fallen off the couch twice tonight. He did it the same exact way both times–and not on purpose. Victoria slipped in her sock feet and splatted all over the kitchen floor as soon as she got home and got her shoes off today.
We are not a graceful crew.
So. . .we signed up for soccer. Go figure.
Thad is very excited. Victoria is not as excited but is warming up to the idea. She IS very happy about the whole accessorizing thing. . .shin guards, water bottle, etc. Hot and sweaty–not so much–but she’s all about the stuff.
I am pretty confident that we will not take the little league soccer world by storm–more like by accident. But we’re willing to help–to get out there and commit our Saturdays and our sanity through December 2nd (minus the one Saturday we will be camping). We will honk and drive in our crepe paper bedecked cars during the parade. We will bring our fold up lawn chairs to cheer on our team during the competitions. We will kiss bruises and chant positive chants and say “Great Job!” and “We’ll get ’em next time.”
And whether this is a yearly or merely one-time event, we’re goin’ in. . .