This Fall was the first Fall where our family was involved in Soccer. Both Maxfield and Wyatt joined soccer teams this year with mixed results.
Max did not play last year because he was still healing from his broken Femur so he was a bit behind the abilities and knowledge of the other players in his 6 and 7 year old league. A few games into the season the nature of the game finally clicked with him and he did pretty well. He loved to play goalie and actually played that position for at least a quarter of every game. The last day of the season, during a tournament game, he let up two goals. His emotions got the best of him, his eyes filled with tears as he declared at the top of his lungs "I am the worst goalie ever." My heart broke. Soccer is not being added to my list of Fall favorites yet.
Wyatt's approach to Soccer was to show up at games and watch from the sidelines. Wyatt would join his team at half time to eat Orange slices and then go back to sitting out the rest of the game. He refused to play in half of his games and getting him dressed and out the door became a 45 minute chore every Saturday morning. Soccer is not being added to my list of why I love fall.
Although without Soccer there would not be Soccer babies, who are so darn cute.
Also without Soccer there would not be Soccer Mom's who are so damn hot.
Dick's Sporting Good's was one of the sponsors of Max's league. Each child received a water bottle with the Dick's logo (as you can see in the picture). Every Saturday morning Lauren and I would get the kids dressed for the games, pack various snacks and lunches, and load up the van to spend the day at the fields. One morning I was in the living room getting Wyatt dressed and Lauren was filling the various water bottles for the kids and some for us. I could hear her getting frustrated as she kept banging something on the counter.
"What's wrong?" I called out into the kitchen as I was struggling with Wyatt, attempting to put on his shin pads.
"Nothing." she said in a tone that I could tell she was gritting her teeth. She banged something against the counter.
"Are you sure?"
"Arrrgh." Lauren growled in frustration. " I am having such a hard time with this Dick's top."
After five minutes of me trying to compose myself Wyatt finally asked, "Daddy, what is so funny?"
This is our annual fall photo. This was much easier to take than last year's photo.