soccer

Any Given Monday (And Saturday, And Sunday…)

November 7, 2011 By Blonde Mom 9 Comments

This past weekend marked our last for fall travel soccer (AKA soccer on steroids).

I’ll admit I’m ready for a little break from us all of us spending nearly our entire weekend at her games and me shuttling her to twice weekly practices but this girl will be ready to put her cleats back on as soon as practice starts back up again in December and indoor futsal gears up in January. I figure that is just enough time for the metal bleacher indentations on my butt to fade.

Miss C’s souvenirs from the season are much more fun.

Oh and if you ever doubt the tenacity and toughness of 9 and 10-year-old girls, one of Miss C’s teammates broke her arm during a tournament several weeks ago. Granted, it was “just” a buckle fracture but it was a fracture. A FRACTURE PEOPLE! And she got the go ahead to play with her cast in a fun match yesterday. Her bright green cast was protected with bubble wrap and she played like nothing had ever happened. Side note, a sweaty, smelly shin guard makes an excellent stabilizer for a broken arm when in a pinch on the soccer fields.

What can I say? Soccer girls kick grass!

Do your kids play sports? Both my girls play soccer (my 6-year-old daughter plays regular league) and my younger daughter is also interested in gymnastics. I’ve been waiting for her to change her mind about that, since last year she was also interested in martial arts and dance lessons and violin lessons and she loves art but gymnastics may be next on our list. It will probably do my butt good to have a little variety in bleachers.

Filed Under: My Girls, Parenting 9 Comments

The Summer Schedule Nazi

May 23, 2011 By Blonde Mom 3 Comments

Being the neurotic keeper of the calendar mother that I am, I generally limit the girls to two extracurricular activities.

We’re currently committed to Girl Scouts and soccer, although Miss A’s season has officially ended. Miss C transitioned to travel team soccer this spring and when I tell people this they usually respond by saying, “REALLY? Wow…” followed by stunned silence with a glint of pity. I don’t know if they are truly concerned about my mental health but she ended up playing in just three tournaments this season and a couple of “friendlies” games and while she now has practice for twice weekly rather than once a week, honestly the time commitment hasn’t been too bad although I will be more than happy to take a break this summer.

Now is my last minute freak out time to start planning for summer, since, you know, school is out next week and we’re once again doing the dual working parent schedule shuffle. Thankfully I don’t work full time and can work from home some and hubby can take one week day off once again. The girls will also do two weeks of Vacation Bible School (aka Free Day Camp With Jesus) and we’re going on vacation one week. My older daughter, Miss C, will likely do a soccer camp in late summer but I haven’t signed Miss A up for anything.

This is probably because ~~I am lazy~~ so far Miss A has expressed interest in:

Violin Lessons

Guitar Lessons

Karate (excuse me, martial arts...per her clarification)

Cooking

Gymnastics

Tennis

If all else fails and I completely slack off and don’t sign her up for anything this summer besides bring Daddy A Cold Beer From The Fridge 101 and Keep The Dripping Popsicles Off The Carpet 102, she can always add Cicada Whisperer to her summer activities.

The next person who asks me if Miss A is a tomboy gets sent an autographed copy of this picture of her with the cicada she affectionatly dubbed, Fred the Dead Cicada

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I Am Soccer Mom, Hear Me Cry

October 27, 2010 By Blonde Mom 8 Comments

Miss C, ninth season of soccer, age 8

I don’t have an athletic bone in my body, so it is pleasantly surprising to me that my first-born daughter, Miss C, is not just playing soccer, but excelling at it. The season winds down this weekend and her team is undefeated.

I was always the scrawny girl with wild long hair who was just a wee bit uncoordinated. The only sport I was playing when I was 8 was holy terror dodge ball instigated by sadistic 4th grade boys who looked 14 trying to fatally wound 3rd graders, especially the scrawny ones that they could pick off one by one on the playground.

Miss C is wrapping up her ninth season of soccer. It’s difficult for me to even wrap my brain around that, but she has the trophies proudly displayed in her bedroom to prove it. Nine seasons? Did she start playing IN THE WOMB? No, but she did start playing when she was just 4. Playing soccer at age 4 is really an excuse for parents to take pictures of their kids looking completely adorable running around aimlessly in black soccer shorts and colorful jerseys that swallow them.

It’s funny, well not really, what babies you have still when your kids are 4. You don’t even realize it until you look back at their photos.