Soccer Initiation

Soccer Time is here ladies and gentleman.  The new phase in the Fruvellhoff 5 Forever family.  Practice, games, equipment,etc.  I decided I'd create a handy dandy list of how we have been initiated into this world of sports.

1.  FREEZING our *()(*SD off SOCCER game.  That's right our *()#* off.  Our first game was 35 degrees, our second game was 29 degrees with sleet by the end.  I don't know about you but nothing says- "WELCOME to your kid in sports" like having all 3 children crying at some point because they are convinced that their arms/legs/hands/feet are about to fall off.   The 29 degree game ended in me taking all the littles back to the van to warm up.

2. Mom hollering at Dad because he isn't going fast enough because OHMYGODWE are going to BE LATE FOR (OVERPRICED/PROBABLY NO GOOD/I COULD DO BETTER) PHOTOS.  Yup.  I think I paid $37 for pictures that I will probably wish I wouldn't have.  AND the other two children will most likely suffer because they most likely will not have their own pictures when it's their turn.  BECAUSE seriously I could take just great ones and not pay $50 per photo.  AND yes I swear Russ was strolling around the store getting snacks for the kids, and we were running late to pictures.  I was slightly irritated to say the least.  Especially when I ran up carrying AJ like a football only to find that our team wasn't even up yet.  uh-huh.
 
3.  PLAYing the sniper game- ya know the one where MOM and DAD pick which parent from the other team they would shoot straight in the head because THEY ARE JUST THAT annoying.  I know I know..I'm a social worker- I love everyone.  BUT jebus...common I can get irritated.  AND I can play the game-whowegonnaknockoff.  Because seriously some of these MOMS (especially moms) are ANNOYING as heck.  These are 3 year old people, lay off the directives.  Or I know better yet, let the coach coach.  Huh.  Fancy that idea.

Coming off the field after experiencing HIS FIRST GOAL.

4.  THE FIRST GOAL.  That's right people-our AJ got his first goal today (3rd game).  HOLY heck it was beautiful.  The kid had to kick through other kids to get it.  It was awesome and I'm pretty sure I jumped.  AND fist pumped.  BECAUSE I just got to see my KID SCORE!  Russ and I had decided we were going to be okay with the fact that AJ just might not score this season.  He's a bit timid, a little uncoordinated, and the concept of the goal has been a bit tricky.  BUT-allbedamned... He did it!  AND he just wanted to TELL EVERYONE.  Call Grammy/CALL PAPPA AND GRANNY BARB/MAKE SURE DAD SAW...there is nothing compared to seeing your kid be proud of himself.  Nothing.

5.  The FIRST injury.  It wasn't a bad injury at all, but SOME kid did SOME thing to AJ that caused his pain.  AND kudos to me because I didn't go out on the field, and I didn't beat the other kid up.  Winning.  I let Coach take care of it first, and then allowed Dad to cuddle AJ.  Pretty soon he was good to go and out on the field.  :0)

I'm sure there are more firsts that I'm forgetting, perhaps there are more to experience.  I have to say it is so rad being on the sidelines cheering my offspring on.  I'm so used to being the one out there on the court and wasn't quite sure how I'd take to that.  I didn't know if I'd want to get out there myself, If I'd be a bit envious of the competition, if I'd be pushing too much or not enough, or being a sideline coach or not.  BUT I'm settling in nicely I have to say.  AND enjoying it more than I ever imagined.  I even got to give the famous peptalk today that AJ did awesome and it wasn't just because he scored.  He pushed the ball down the field, he knew which direction they were supposed to go and communicated that to his teammates, and HE PLAYED DEFENSE (makes a defensive guru like his momma proud).

AHhh....good times.  Love it.

Momma