Soccer Mom

This week contained so many "firsts" I stopped keeping track. On Thursday we started soccer - much to Daddy's delight (being a former soccer superstar himself). We had a brief break from the heat wave, so the first evening practice was actually bearable (read: probably still in the 90's). The Boy took the field decked out in his new gear. Dada served as unofficial assistant coach (also know as Professional Cat Herder...). The Girl paced near the team, waiting anxiously in case she got a turn to take the field (not this year Tiny Lady). And I took my spot on the sidelines as an official Soccer Mom.