What's up, America.
So apparently there's two soccer seasons up here in Midland. I didn't know sports had more than one season, but, then again, I've never been one to consider myself an athlete.
Abby once again decided to take part in soccer this year, taking up with a new team (the kids are shuffled around so they're always playing with new kids), and ended up on the same team as several of the same girls from her girl scout troop (the one Kris co- den mothers.) Unlike in the Fall, when Abby was super gung-ho about playing soccer, this time around she was kind of, well, 'meh' about the whole thing. She enjoyed suiting up for her very first game, but that's honestly where the fun died.
She didn't seem to get into the game very much at all, and afterwards asked if she could refrain from playing soccer for the rest of the season (not that my six year old used the actual word 'refrain.') We convinced her to stick with it, mostly because we had just written another frickin' $95 check to the Midland Soccer Club so she could play for the whole season, and were sure that wasn't refundable.
And because someone in this damn family of ours has to be athletic at something.
Here we go. . .
So apparently there's two soccer seasons up here in Midland. I didn't know sports had more than one season, but, then again, I've never been one to consider myself an athlete.
Abby once again decided to take part in soccer this year, taking up with a new team (the kids are shuffled around so they're always playing with new kids), and ended up on the same team as several of the same girls from her girl scout troop (the one Kris co- den mothers.) Unlike in the Fall, when Abby was super gung-ho about playing soccer, this time around she was kind of, well, 'meh' about the whole thing. She enjoyed suiting up for her very first game, but that's honestly where the fun died.
She didn't seem to get into the game very much at all, and afterwards asked if she could refrain from playing soccer for the rest of the season (not that my six year old used the actual word 'refrain.') We convinced her to stick with it, mostly because we had just written another frickin' $95 check to the Midland Soccer Club so she could play for the whole season, and were sure that wasn't refundable.
And because someone in this damn family of ours has to be athletic at something.
Here we go. . .
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| Abby's new team are called The Cheetahs (not to be confused with a team from last season, The Sparkle Cheetahs.) |
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| Throwing soccer balls? Our kid excels at that. Kicking, dribbling, or pursuing the ball? Not so much. |
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| Abby, attempting to steal the ball from her own teammate. |
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| A rare shot of Abby kinda looking like she's actually playing soccer, instead of jogging along at a considerable safe distance behind the ball. |
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| Dad and Cindy swung by to check out Abby's first game of the season. . . and to be wowed by her athletic prowess on the field. |
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| Good game, good game (no idea who won.) |
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| After the game, and after Dad and Cindy had returned to Clare, we decided to let the girls decorate some Easter Eggs. This meant buying the mandatory pack of Paas dye and preparing ourselves for a ridiculous amount of picture taking. Seriously: how does the Paas company sustain itself for the rest of the fiscal year? It truly has the monopoly on Easter Egg dye, but is that enough? Someone look into that for me, please. |
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| "Q: Wanna dye some Easter Eggs? A: No thanks, I think I'll PAAS." - Get it?! I seriously just made that shit up just now. |
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| Watching my kids remove dyed eggs from the vinegar/Paas mixture is like watching a bomb technician trying to defuse a bomb by snipping colored wires at random. |
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| This arbor's in rough shape. Thank God we only rent this house (for another two months!) |
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| Sunny afternoon on the back porch |
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| A year later, still Watson's favorite chew toy (courtesy of Granny.) |
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| Kris gets in on the "fun." |
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| NO idea what the hell she drew on this egg. . . |
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| Works in progress |
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| I need to shave. |
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| Alayna thought it'd be hilarious to mimic each emoji egg she designed. She's so used to an SLR being stuck in her face that there's literally no shyness in this kid whatsoever anymore. |
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| This egg just crapped its pants. |
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| My egg looks like some snobby art curator or some crappy hipster after drinking a skunky IPA. |
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| Abby clearly has no idea what the hell is happening. |
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| Emoji eggs, courtesy of The Houghs, v 2.0. |
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| In your face, America. |
- Brian
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