Many of you know we finally signed Grayson up for spring soccer. He has been pestering us to play soccer for a while. I have to admit, as a new soccer mom, I am not 100% sure that I'm ready to give up my Saturday mornings just yet. I suppose learning to not be selfish is part of this parenting contract we are in for a "few more" years.
This past Friday we went to Academy to look for a soccer ball, shin guards, and most importantly soccer shoes. It didn't take Grayson long to pick out some shoes.
"Look! Cheetah Shoes!!"
This is what we hear Grayson excitedly proclaim when he notices a pair of Puma's. Lord please help us all that these shoes will fit. Grayson was so excited about them. He just knew that these Cheetah shoes would make him the fastest soccer player on the team.... This is yet to be determined.... We got them on his feet and after several sprints in the shoe department to check for proper fit, we packed up our Cheetah shoes and moved on.
For a good laugh, picture Grayson sprinting down the isle in Academy with his "Cheetah" Shoes and a shadow about a foot shorter wearing shoes the exact same size (and obviously too big) trying to be just like brother. I probably would have bought him a pair of cheetah shoes if they had had some in his size!
I occasionally recall my mom telling me to be nice to my sister, she was just trying to be like me. I always was frustrated by this... but I laugh now thinking of how exceptionally ridiculous my sister must have looked trying to imitate someone nearly 4 years older. Sometimes watching Braxton I just have to sigh because there is no way he can possibly perform at the same skill level as his brother.... but he'd gladly break a leg or two trying.
My first experience in true Soccer Mom mode was Wednesday. All the kids that are playing for the YMCA in Little Rock were invited to the "Skills and Drills" Practice. It started at 5:45 so I picked Grayson up from extended care around 4:00. We went to get Braxton and then went home to get our clothes changed and eat some dinner. I figured this would be an early dinner so I didn't really expect my skinny boys to eat anything. Braxton met my expectations. Grayson... ate every bit. He ate his 1/2 peanut butter and jelly sandwich, chips, trail mix, and a couple other random things. We loaded up and went out to practice. I may have made a mistake by underestimating the wind chill. Braxton and Mom spent most of practice in the car watching, while Dad sacrificed and froze out near the field. Sometimes I have to admire the suffering that guys will go through to keep a girl happy (and warm in this case)
After practice as we are driving away, Grayson mentions multiple times that he is hungry. I had to laugh because he is not always a very big eater. After a few reminders that he is hungry and we haven't turned in to anywhere serving food... he exasperatedly says " Are you guys not hungry?"
Before you worry about him... we did stop and get him a taco. He ate two dinners. At age 4. If we keep up this trend I might need to take out a second mortgage to feed him as a teenager.
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