In my OTHER life...

I KNOW that in my other life I was suppose to be a soccer player...

Don't laugh...

It's true.

I LOVE soccer...I love to watch it, I LOVED to play it, and I live through my son while I watch him play it! So that right there tells me I should have been a soccer player...not just ANY soccer player...but a REALLY REALLY GOOD soccer player!

AND, while living this number one soccer player life- every goal I made I would take my shirt off and run around Whopping and hollering like a crazy woman! See I do that now and I don't even have the whole just-made-a-goal scenario working for me...right now it just looks like crazy-lady-with-her-shirt-off-please-lock-up-in-mental-institution kind of scenario, so I REALLY need that whole make a goal in the WORLD CUP kind of thing!

But...as you can see...it is that time of year again! SOCCER season!

And even though I have always told myself I will never be one of those parents that yell at my kid on the sideline...

I lied...

I'm totally one of those annoying parents!

There's only one thing kinda squashing my dream here...I'm an aggressor, or was, when I played soccer...the BALL was mine, and I wasn't above tripping you for it.

But my son...

not so much. I get it. He's only six...but it is kind of a buzz kill for me ya know? I'm always yelling, "ELBOW THEM IN THE STOMACH WHEN THEY TAKE THE BALL AWAY FROM YOU!"--okay I kid, I don't say it...but I think it, which is just as bad because the man upstairs hears everything right?

Anyway...

Sometimes I think...maybe he's just too pretty to play soccer...seriously, I'm vain or proud or whatever...but my son's handsome...and I KNOW looks don't have anything to do with skill...HELLO can we say Beckham?

I love soccer cleats...and especially my boys soccer cleats...

Here's my husband...mid-yell at his boy...telling him he WANTS the ball! :) Yea, we both VOWED we'd never do it, but we do!

DCar made the first goal for his team...here he is giving he coach a "five"...

We woke PeePs up just in time to eat breakfast and come to the game with us...so her hair is bed hair...and yet, she still looks cute...why doesn't my bed hair look cute anymore?

He's number 6...
And after my little "aggression" pep talk...him and the ball became good friends!

Sometimes he gets a "little" frustrated with me...just a tinsy bit...

OKay...I think he might have taken my talk a little serious...LOVE IT...does that make me bad? It's part of the game! :)

Huddle time...


Love it...I hope I don't totally kill his love for it...because right now he tells me it's his favorite sport! So I'll keep most of my horrible-shouldn't-say-out-loud comments to myself!

Tell me...are you one of those sideline parents? I don't want to be...but it's hard not to...MOST of my shouting is totally positive...so that's okay...right?