Well, I do not know where to start. Soccer has begun and tonight was Caleb's third game. He is a really awesome kid and really plays hard. I have just come to the conclusion that I should probably never be the coach for a little kid team. I am just too aggressive, too angry, too in their face and probably not focused enough on the play to have fun aspect. Oh, I always include that in the mom's coaching advice, but you should have seen me tonight. I was on one. I just gave up on the real coach showing any sort of gumption and ran out there myself to give the team some oomph! And Caleb heard it from me a few times there. I will give it to him, he was a trooper and did not get all whiny on me or mopey; he took the advice, said OK and went back to the game and stayed with it. I was so proud of our goalie, Jordan, she made some great saves. And the team really hung in there, I just wish they were more aggressive and chased after that ball harder. Poor Caleb, the earful he gets from me is crazy. At least I think I know what I am talking about, hopefully it is good soccer advice.
Oh, and lets not forget about my other two cute boys. They are troopers as well. They end up going to the games (Rob does not come on Wednesdays) and then they are neglected while I cheer on/scream after Caleb's team. They watch me scream my lungs out trying to encourage these kids to get out there and do it. And then they go off and play on their own because they realize that mom is too busy freaking out about a bunch of 6 year olds. I know, I should really find a better cause! Anyway, to let my two youngest boys woes be heard- poor Peter, as I was watching the game he was booting his soccer ball around. All of a sudden I heard his screams of TERROR and I looked over to find him being chased around by a teeny tiny dog. The dog just thought Peter was playing a fun game of chase with him and kept running after him and Peter did not understand if he just stopped running the dog would stop following. He was so scared and crying and I felt so bad. Peter soon recovered and followed after William as he was playing with a soccer ball as well. Then there is William's sad story. He has had an upset tummy for a while so I have been watching his diapers close. However, me being the aggressive soccer mom that I am and not focused on her other two children I neglected to monitor Willy's bottom. You can all guess it, we got home to a very sad and sore Willy and he could barely sit down. Super Mom I am not!
But lets not end this post on a bad note. I took Caleb out to get an ice cream cone after the game because the one goal his team scored Caleb made the assist! I was very happy with him and wanted him to feel good about it. Caleb was excited too as he was recounting how it all played out. I told him if he ever makes the goal himself, he gets the big size cone. My kids are awesome, they have to put up with crazy me. And my Rob, he is awesome too. He takes his last test tomorrow, lets all hope he passes and gets his license soon.
