Soccer season here in Portlandia is in full swing.
And my boys are liking it...
Though I must say, it hasn't started without a few minor, "I'd like to forget" events.
Game Day #1...
Thomas' game at 9AM. Location: Robert Grey Middle School.
Charlie's game at 10AM. Location: some Portlandia high school.
I Mapquest(ed) both locations and they are 15 minutes apart from each other.
And husband at hospital.
En route to Thomas game at 8:55 AM. "sh*t" I yell. I am lost. AGAIN. Winding up one mountain and winding down another ain't my daily cup of tea. 15 minutes later, we finally arrive at destination only to see a huge soccer field split into 4 games and every single player is wearing the same blue uniform as my Thomas is.
Yes,
Every single player.
And not to mention the fact, they are all kindergartners.
As in they are the same size and height.
In fact, they all look like little smurfs running around.
Playing soccer.
Yes,
Every single player.
And not to mention the fact, they are all kindergartners.
As in they are the same size and height.
In fact, they all look like little smurfs running around.
Playing soccer.
My Thomas asks, "Mom, where is my team?"
Me, "It is the blue one, Thomas."
My Thomas as in duh, "They are all in blue mom."
And yes...they are.
But instead of finding his team, we take off to charlie's game since I was determined to have at least one child play his first soccer game.
Only after agreeing to one of my worst nightmares, yes we can have McDonald's after Charlie's game, and yes we can play on the indoor playground.
We did...for four hours.
Tiger Mom would so not approve.
Only after agreeing to one of my worst nightmares, yes we can have McDonald's after Charlie's game, and yes we can play on the indoor playground.
We did...for four hours.
Tiger Mom would so not approve.
Game #2.
8:45AM, we exit the front door to game. The boys stop suddenly in their tracks.
"Mom, it's raining. No soccer."
"Oh no dear, here in Portlandia, we play in the rain," I say.
They look at me as if I had all the sudden grown two heads.
I swap my bag of blankets, camera and sunscreen for umbrellas, raincoats, etc.
And yes, we are now running late.
And yes, we are now running late.
We come upon the field of blue smurfs running around again. This time I am determined to find his team and I approach field # 1.
"Is this coach riley's team?"
No.
Field #2.
"Is this Coach Riley's team?"
No.
Field #3.
Is this Coach Riley's team?
No.
I am beginning to sound and feel like the confused baby bird in the "Are you my mother" book and goes everywhere from asking a cow to a steam shovel with the "big question."
Field #4.
Baby bird asks, "Is this coach riley's team..."
Yes.
Baby bird found her mother!
Thomas joins the team of smurfs playing soccer.
