Soccer Saturday

So we signed Owen up for soccer. It is the “pee wee” variety where they practice a little, play a little, warm-up a little and get drinks often.

I find it hard at times to understand the thoughts of a 4 year-old and how they can get bored so easily. If there wasn’t something going on, Owen was headed in another direction. I swear he has the attention span of a hummingbird.

They (meaning the instructors) asked all the kids what their favorite part of soccer was. Owen says having his mommy, me-mah, and daddy watch him . . . he is such a glory hog. Once he finds out that by scoring a goal will not only make his family happy, but the families of everyone else on his team, there will be no stopping him. I can see it now, Terrell Owens type celebrations . . . soaking in the adulation.

We will see how soccer goes, we have shin guards (even thought his shins are only about 6 inches big) and a new soccer ball. At least he seemed more interested in group play this time as compared to basketball last winter. He actually kicked the ball a few times, which is good progress. Now if only he can make it through a practice without 12 water breaks.

Very Late and Kinda Feelin' It

I spent the last few moments reading Trent's blog (at this point in the evening and with the rum and coke I am not going to attempt to link you there, just check on the right side of the blog) and then read Adam's blog and realized he had a link to mine . . . May 29 . . . my last entry . . . geez, talk about taking the summer off . . . . HA is there even anyone still checking this?? Then Renea just came in to ask me what I am doing and I answer "I don't know, blogging??" Seems like a funny answer at the time. Who knows what prompted me to write this late about absolutely nothing, maybe jealousy that Adam had almost 10,000 visits to his site, or that Trent is on top of things so much to add videos every week, or maybe it is just the rum and coke, who knows. I guess I just felt like the first time in a long time like writing something . . . even something meaningless. Ok, sleepy time now. For all you loyal readers (lke there are any, and I have a feeling even my own mother has dropped out of this list) I will attempt to write more often. Maybe. That's my goal. Who knows . . . Good night!