Dash had his first soccer practice last night. I am so glad that dh was there so I didn't have to stay for the whole thing, especially with a wiggly, drowsy baby (who was in a particularly good mood considering what he went through yesterday morning).
Dash's soccer team is recreational (as opposed to competetive) and comprised of 6yo's. We will have practice only once a week (praise the Lord!) and a game every Saturday for 10 weeks, the first game being on September 17th.
My dh is very excited! He played soccer since he was 4 years old and then all the way through college. His dad was his coach for the majority of those years. I, on the other hand, am happy to see my big boy in his adorable soccer uniform...but not quite looking forward to carting the kids back and forth to practice and games, especially with baby in tow (who can't walk yet...just crawl on the grass, dirt and ants) and dh probably working. But I don't want to be a complainer so that's my one vent for the day!
SO I guess that makes me a soccer mom!!! Am I that old already? To have a child who is big enough to play an organized sport? Does that mean I need a cardigan sweater and a strand of pearls? At least I have the requisite minivan. Anything else I need? I don't want to break any rules of etiquette here.