Soccer!

I am officially a soccer mom, and I think I became "that" mom a couple Saturdays ago. You know, the mom that is wearing a t-shirt that matches the color of the jersey, with "Stone's Mom" on the back. The mom that cheers so loudly you'd swear she was a cheerleader for 10+ years of her life (oh wait, I was). The mom that is snapping pictures like crazy, even though all shots begin looking the same. THAT is the mom I have become, and I love it!

Stone's first game was two Saturdays ago:

okay, is this not the cutest kid ever?!

Stone made a COMPLETE 180 from game one to game two. Let's start with game 1.

The first game was....well.....not a success. And I'm not talking about winning VS. loosing. I'm talking the team had one practice that was glorified tag, with an occasional kicking of the ball. And therefore, the boys had NO idea what was going on first game. I'm talking half the team covered up their ears when the whistle blew and literally just stood there while the other team scored. I'm talking Stone threw a few fits for one reason or another.....too hot....didn't get the ball....etc., etc., etc. I'm talking Stone said, "Mommy. I want to do football, not soccer." (could this possibly be Cliff's son?? yes. yes, it is).

The fits were a little embarrassing, I'm not going to lie. Cliff and I were a little shocked. Our boy LOVES to run around. He loves to play, he is very athletic. and he is competitive. His behavior caught us off guard, and he heard all about it in the car.

The next practice rolled around, and it was a real practice. These boys started to learn the fundamentals, and ALL week long we talked to Stone about his attitude on the field.

Cliff assured him that we don't care if he wins or looses. We just want him to have fun out there, run hard, hustle, and most of all, enjoy it! Cliff practiced with him during the week, and by the time Saturday rolled around, Stone was stoked, and boy oh boy, was he a different little player.

He scored 2 goals, ran hard, and even did a little trash talking. We're not sure what he said, but as he was preparing for kickoff, he pointed to every single play on the other team, had his grump face on, and then made a couple fists. This kid was pure entertainment for everyone there. He may have climbed on top of the goal a couple of times (oops), and every time a mob was around the ball, Stone ran into it, and came out of it with the ball.

A little pep talk, practice, and bribing of McDonald's went a long way last week. Here's to hoping #10 keeps it up this season.

Go Stone!! We love you!