And so it begins….the return of soccer.  Except this time, he’s joined the bigger boy league and will get to play games. On what started as a beautiful spring like day–that violently turned into a nasty, freezing cold wind gust–we headed out for his first practice. And I have to say, someone was super excited.  I have to admit, I was super proud. He’s one of the youngest on his team, but still did fairly well. Or as he likes to say, mommy I can out run everyone.  Which surprisingly, seemed true. Unfortunately, not always with the ball. But at least, he showed some major heart. As for daddy and I, well, we froze our arses off. And it took a warm bath, hot dinner and big fuzzy socks to recover!  Thank goodness, they just cancelled his first game….because it’s snowing…ugh

The little guy also continues his pursuit of knowledge. This week, he dropped on us that he likes to sleepwalk. Interesting, that we’ve never actually seen him do it.  Which got me to thinking, maybe I could sleepwalk my way right back to the house on those cold soccer practices. Or maybe I could sleepwalk right into spring.

Anyone notice the shoes he’s rocking. Yes, bright neon yellow spikes. As I pointed out various options, all dull and uninteresting to the little guy…suddenly, he found these gems. And boy did his eyes light up.   Flair for the dramatic, girls!