Another soccer season has come and gone and I have lived to tell the tale. I'm starting to realize and accept that my purpose in life is laundress, taxi driver, and supplier of juice boxes. It's quite a feat to get kids to every game and practice sometimes. It doesn't sound hard, but it is. I figured out that there's only 3 months out of the year that we don't have some sport going on. Thankfully, Kenna didn't do soccer this year. Three kids in soccer just about killed me last time. Our boys weren't on winning teams this fall, but they both ran and ran and tried the best--and we were proud. It was pretty funny to see their different personalities on the field. When Kyler scored, it was as if he could care less. No expression. Just cool. Mr. Suave. When Carson scored, he jumped up and down with his arms high in the air in triumph. Polar opposites for sure! Here a quick look and our soccer season:
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I used to love soccer season! I wish I would have put Jace on Carsons team, he misses those boys so much at pre school - some days he doesn't want to go because they won't be there!
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