Soccer season has ended! Hurray! Three soccer teams practicing and playing games every week is taxing. I'm so ready for a break. All that remains is to wade through the trophy parties this week.
Emma had a rocky start to the season, but has really grown to love playing. I can't tell yet if she has any real skill for the game. Her aggresive, competitive side comes and goes with her mood.
Noah doesn't play much. (We're going with a different coach next year.) He spends a lot of time standing on one foot, doing the crab walk, eating his shirt sleeve, doing jump-n-twirls. You know, stuff like that. But occasionally he'll get to play. And then something bad happens. Like getting kicked in the hand (stupid soccer!) But its OK because they he can do some more jump-n-twirls.
Tyler never stops moving. The boy was made to play sports (probably gets that from me). He can't get enough time on the field and I think he's pretty dang awesome out there. He's a rockstar!
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