Hits and Kicks

Two hits for Frick…

And a thumbs up from Frack…

who could hardly contain his excitement as he played soccer for the first time.

And now starts our new life at the ball park/soccer field.

Goodbye Jazzercise.

Hello walking around with a stroller and sixteen bags of baby paraphernalia.

Goodbye family dinners at a decent hour.

Hello family dinners at the senior citizen hour.

Goodbye playing with cars all afternoon/evening long.

Hello to seeing the joy on my children’s faces as they feel pride and excitement in what they are doing.

Holy Moly!

It was a hot day for soccer in the south.

The Clash were dropping like flies.

So Coach called in his reserves.

A little boy named Frack.

 

Frack has been playing with The Clash at practices, but not in the games because he is not old enough.  I gave up chasing him off the field long ago.  By playing, he was out of trouble and running out some of his energy.  The coach generously let him play with the older kids.   He is actually a pretty good soccer player.

While I was talking to my friends watching Frick run on the field after an intermission, I noticed a boy who resembled Frack.

Holy moly!!  It’s Frack!!  On the field?!?

 

 

He ran around with the team chasing the ball, twirling on the field, and hugging his friends.  He hugged his friends on BOTH teams many times.  Parents and coaches were in stitches.

It was the cutest soccer game ever. 

If soccer can be cute.

 

 

Random

Random things happening around here:

*Baby #3 is doing fine (but Mommy…notsomuch.  Still icky in the mornings and sometimes at night) .  Baby has a great heartbeat.  :)

*Soccer last Saturday was swell.  The kids scored in the other team’s goal, looked at airplanes, twirled around, wrestled with each other, and kept running to their Mommy’s for hugs.  Dads were ticked.  Mommys were tickled.

*I’m still in love with my couch.

*I survived BP’s 10 day long business trip.  That kinda created a vacuum. (My Dad strongly dislikes the word sucked, so create a vacuum it is.)

Not much else goin’ on ’round these parts.

 

Soccer Sillies

Frick scored again!

In the right net, too!!

 

Funniest soccer story of the day:

The teams in the field next to us chased their ball into OUR field

and

scored in OUR goal

 while their coaches were chasing and yelling after them.

Meanwhile…

Our teams stood stupefied as they watched this happen

and

the parents on the sidelines roared with laughter.

 

GOAL!!

 

He did it!!

Frick scored a goal!

Too bad it was for the other team.

At least he is aiming for the nets and having fun.  

 

 

Game Day

See Beckham Frick?

 That’s him in orange, midfield.   

 

This was hands down the FUNNIEST thing I have ever seen.

When the ball went out of bounds, 

a gaggle of 4 year olds in black or orange uniforms 

chased it all through the sidelines,

into the bleachers,

and around the dude selling snacks.

HILARIOUS.

Friday Fragments

Frick’s first soccer game is tomorrow morning. 

We may have a rain out.

Or a mud slide.

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Frack is perfecting his potty training.

He pooped on the potty the other morning.  

Unfortunately for all parties involved,

it was an isolated incident.

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On the phone with Nini:

Nini:  Frick, how old do you have to be to drink coffee?

Frick:  Um….35.

Nini:  Ok.  How old do you have to be to drink wine?  

Frick:  Oh.  5 or 6.  

 

I have yet to figure out why Nini was asking these questions to our 4 year old.  Gotta love Nini.  :)

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Frick and Frack a.k.a. The Farmers did not receive the memo passed around the office declaring a vacation day from school.  They were up at 6:45.  Which means Mom was up at 6:45 on her day off.  Swell.

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For more Friday Fragments, head on over to Mrs. 4444′s site.

Soccer Starts!

Frick had his first soccer practice EVER tonight.  After a great session, the coach handed out the orange socks and The Clash jerseys.  

We just may be calling this team The Crash due to their tendency to run into each other.

I digress….

 

Is it bad that I let him wear his soccer uniform

(sans shin guards/cleats)

to bed?

He really, really, REALLY wanted to wear them to bed.

And to school tomorrow.

And to Kindermusik tomorrow afternoon.

And to school on Thursday….