Suzy Q Homemaker

This image cracks me up.  I’m definitely not a soccer mom according to the definition on wikipedia.  In fact, I don’t fit that description at all.  I’m not suburban, I’m rural.  Ok, I do drive a minivan, but I only transport the one kid to soccer.  That’s the only activity he’s involved in besides Junior Choir at church.

Last year’s soccer season was a learning experience for all of us.  It was Corey’s first time ever playing, so he had many skills to master.  The one he never quite got the hang of was keeping his shoes tied tight.  Almost every game had to be paused so he could retie his cleats.  For us, I had to learn how to keep Simon and Aiden entertained during games and practices.  Aiden wasn’t much of an issue because he was 4 and knew better than to run off.  Simon, on the other hand, was another story.  I could keep him in a stroller for part of the time, but he quickly tired of being contained.  It was hard.

This year, they’re both older and Simon knows a little better than to get too far away, though I have had to chase him down a couple times.  Last night, he fell while running from me.  You can’t really say, “See, that’s what happens when you run from me!” to a 2-year-old, but that’s what I did.  There aren’t enough trucks or Capri Suns in the world to keep him sitting on the blanket next to me for over an hour.  I brought Aiden’s battery-operated Spiderman Motorcycle and that kept him entertained almost the whole time.  Simon, who has the attention span of a hyperactive poodle on meth, spent time climbing the rocks near the field, kicking his Spiderman ball nearly across to another team’s practice, playing with the toy cement mixer truck, drinking his juice, and wetting his pants…TWICE. 

Aiden was seriously the most well-behaved I’ve ever seen him.  He talked with some of the other parents, spelling his name for them and telling them all about Kindergarten.  At one point he started singing me a song about peanut butter that he had just learned and I nearly died because it was so cute.  He does this thing when he’s singing where he looks over the top of his glasses and makes a bizarre face that reminds me of a silent movie villain about to tie a screaming woman in a ball gown to the railroad tracks.

Here’s hoping that all of the games and practices this season remain (relatively) disaster-free!

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