Luke started soccer on Saturday and I have to say, we make great soccer parents. (Pause to pat self on back.) By the end of the game Dave knew all the kid's names and I had signed up to bring snacks. In an homage to Peggy Hill, I even wore a cashmere sweater. (Linking to synopsis that leaves off the important part about Peggy not fitting in at soccer games in her flannel shirts and needing to borrow a cashmere twin set.)
Oh, yeah, and Luke had a great time! He couldn't sleep the night before because he was so excited so I told him to count to a hundred as many times as it took to fall asleep. I maybe should have suggested that he not do it out loud because we were watching Persepolis and it was very distracting. (He did it 3 times before he yelled out that it wasn't working. I suggested he count backwards from 100 to 0 and I didn't hear another peep.)
The league is great because they have a 25 minute practice and then a 25 minute game on Saturdays, no practice during the week, there are no goalies and they don't keep score. Or I should say, the don't officially keep score. Luke and I are really into counting (see above) so we'd call the game something along the lines of 10 to nothing. With Luke scoring 4 of the goals.
Here he is about to score the first one:
So it was really fun, and I have now experienced the trifecta of things that make you feel like a mom: baby playing with tupperware, packing school lunches, and cheering at your child's sporting event.
Jack had fun too: