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Just like my intro to motherhood, my collective little family crashed on to the soccer scene, ill prepared.

1.  First of all, soccer practice started at 6:30pm. WE got there at 6:45. Nice.  

Thankfully 5 minutes later another child arrived so I didn't feel so bad.  I could stand there and appear like I had been there since the beginning.  Or may be he saw us hauling butt down to the field?  I had sent Todd and Tucker ahead whilest I single handedly removed the stroller.  I assembled it all with one hand while holding BIG Carsen with my other arm.  I'm good like that.

2. No shin guards. Oh, we bought them.  Really cool x-small black ones w/ shiny silver accents, still in their package. Yes sir E.
3. Soccer socks?  What the heck are those?  When they said we could buy socks through the league I was wonder what the big deal was.  WE 
     have plenty of socks at home.
4. No Soccer ball.  Again, we bought a regulation size 3 (who knew they came in sizes?) but it was safely sitting at home in the a/c while we  sweated.  And why doesn't the coach have a soccer ball?  
5.  Water, well thankfully Todd had the forethought and brought two bottles.
6.  Cleats - Some kids had them on and some didn't.  At least Tucker had tennis shoes on and shorts.

In our defense when the coach tells you "We're pretty much going to do a lot of talking,"  I didn't think the boy needed to suit up.    Nothing like sticking out like a sore thumb but there we were asking about soccer socks.  C'est la vie.  

Tucker really had a blast.  He learned that stopping the ball didn't mean kick it back to the coach.  He learned to dribble, I think that's what it's called?  And the best part of all, kicking a goal.  He's going to be a star.  LOL  He's getting so big.  

Of course, walking past the playground and not being able to stay he cried.  He's still a child.  He loves to swing and have fun.

I decided to post a limmerick I wrote eons ago.  It's a limmerick that I include in just about every paper journal I begin.  Front and center.  It's the only limmerick I've written


                                                                                          Oh what lies 
                                                                                     The lips do speak
                                                                                      That lead a man 
                                                                                                to sin

                                                                                       Yet all the while
                                                                                   The heart does ache
                                                                                      To take the back
                                                                                                again.

I used to write a lot of poems and short stories when I was young, when emotions were raw, or when  I was in search of love or swimming in the pain of lost love.  

When I got married I didn't have much time to write.  I was trying to find my way as a new wife, no longer responsible for just me.  Throw in children years later and the passion is slowly returning.  I now see life through a new set of eyes.  It's fun and scary at the same time.

I'll have to retrieve my story, "I once knew a bee who had allergies..."  I thought of this way before that ho hum commercial for allergy meds came out.  You know the one with that bee that sounds like Antonio Banderas?  I don't like the cga (computer generated animation). Blech!

Chelle - I just received some Aveeno Positively Ageless Lift and Firm night cream from Bzz Agent (that's another post).  This stuff is good!  

Tonight we sign Tucker up for soccer.  I'm nervous but excited for Tucker.  I'll sacrifice my Saturday's so my child can burn off some energy.  Better the soccer field than my house.