Guess it's time to chop off the long hair, buy some knee length khaki shorts that make my ass look huge, trade in the Acura for a minivan and cover it in Cheetos dust....cause I'm officially a soccer mom!
OK, who am I kidding? I can't see me doing any of those things any time soon.
Audrey has her first indoor soccer game this weekend. It was pretty hectic. No A/C. No where to sit. No way to really take pics or video. I got griped at for sneaking over where only coaches are allowed to snap these few. And I was livid when I saw the game that was played before. One team had 4 girls, the other had 3. But my poor little girl is the lone lady on her team and quite intimated by it.
But nonetheless Audrey was excited to play. I was worried after the fiasco at practice. We just explained to her over and over that it isn't a race, it's just to have fun, just kick the ball when you see it and that it's ok to take it from the other team because they would try to take it from her.
She's the single lady
She did great. She ran all over that field. And she never cried. I fully expected her to tear up if she got the ball and some boy took it away. But she never did. In fact, of the 9 girls I saw I didn't catch a single one crying. But I saw at least a dozen little boys bawling.
Kicking the ball. Go #2!
Her Daddy weaseled his way over on the coach's side to let kids on and off the field for potty breaks and to sub.
Shaking hands and saying 'good game' afterward
Doing their 'Go Dragons' hand thingie
Afterward her Daddy gave her roses to mark her first indoor soccer game.
I also received roses. Were they for being the most radiant mother at Blue Sky you ask? Sadly, no.
He said it was because he was proud of me for not punching another mom or the little boy that kept trying to shove Audrey to the ground. And let me tell you, I EARNED those roses. It took everything I had not to punch that little punk in the face. He was begging for it.









