Soccer!

The twins started soccer yesterday. Even though they are already in Spanish class and swimming class, this is some kind of milestone, isn't it? For the next ten to twelve years, I'll be standing on some kind of sideline watching my children. Which isn't too bad.

At any sporting event with little kids, there are some children who whine and cry and don't want to go out and play. At first, that was my kids. It was a little embarrassing. But they finally got going and did pretty well.

Tessa came running to us at one point, crying. She'd gotten hit in the face with the ball. I'm so proud of her though, because she got right back in there and scored a goal. Well, sort of. It was mostly a bunch of three- and four-year-olds running around like maniacs, so I'm not sure goals really counted.

The coaches were very patient and deserve all the credit in the world. They had infinite patience. Personally, I was upset that this one little kid hogged the ball the whole time. I wanted to go out there and give that little four-year-old hot dog a forearm shiver. Probably a good thing I'm not a coach!