Last week Tuesday, the boys had their first soccer practice. Well actually, their first practice of any sport. It's so weird to think that they are now in kindergarten AND an organized sport. They are just growing up too fast. Anyway, I decided that it would be nice to go as a family to watch them play. We decided to save dinner for after practice since it started at 5. Probably should've packed snacks to keep Chuck & Kay happy....but that did not happen because I was worried about spoiling their dinner (which was already cooked and waiting for us once we got home). Since it was a practice, all of the kids were on the same field practicing different moves. That mean that the parents had to sit way back by a pavilion and not right on the field. Normally there are 8 fields that the kids play on for game day so it would've been too crowded for all the parents of every single player to be on one. Kayla immediately found some other little girls to play with and was having a blast. Older girls always take to Kayla and it is the sweetest thing to watch. Charlie, on the other hand, was a little beast. I had been chasing him down all afternoon so I decided to put him in the stroller. He was not too happy about this but because he was grumpy and just wanted to run away, I didn't give him a choice. Then Kayla started running off with the girls and getting too close to the parking lot. When I told her she needed to return to the vacant field to play, she defied me and ended up in a time-out being strapped in the stroller next to Charlie. They both were screaming and Kayla was crying. It was quite the experience. Since Ryan is a volunteer assistant coach, he was on the field working with the players. Long story short, I didn't get to see much of anything that the boys were doing (I couldn't even tell which ones they were running around on the field since they were so far off) and the little ones were miserable. "No biggie" I thought, I'll just get to see them play tomorrow when they have their game and we can be directly on the field.....then Wednesday came and it was sort of rainy and wet. I knew it would be the worst conditions to have Kayla and Charlie sitting out in, especially with the issues we had with them at practice. So I stayed home with them and we enjoyed a nice little evening. Ryan came home late with the boys and they were starving. It sounded like the game went well. Jake even scored a goal :). He was super excited about that. From now on, I'm planning on staying home during the practices with the little ones and making it to the games. Hopefully I'll be able to see the boys play.
As for the boys getting sick....Friday was picture day at school. The boys were very excited to go and both wanted to have their hair spiked for the special day. When I picked them up and got back home, Matt was talking a mile a minute about his day and how much fun they had and what game they played in gym class but I noticed Jake was pretty quiet. Once we got home and in the living room, I could see that he looked pretty tired. I tried chatting with him for a bit about his day to see how school was for him. He said it was good but Kenneth didn't like his hair. I sort of laughed and said "what?" And he said that he asked Kenneth if he liked his hair but he said no. Apparently he liked another kid's hairstyle that was closer to his own haha. I just looked at Jake and said "well, do you like your hair?" And when he said yes, I told him that was all that mattered :). Otherwise it sounded like Jake had a nice day. They both remained on green for the day (every child begins the day on green and can either move up to blue, then purple then pink for being really good in class or they can move down to yellow, then orange, then red if they're being naughty). So far, green is the lowest one they've ended up on and that's only happened a couple of times. Most days they're on blue. But I digress. After chatting with him for a few minutes, I realized that he just wasn't feeling good. He said his mouth hurt from when he fell at the park and was bleeding (I couldn't even remember that happening). Turns out he had a sore throat and was just exhausted. Of course, Matt wasn't sick yet, so he was upset when we had to remind him not to wake his brother in the morning if he was still asleep when he got up. Matt got a really sad look on his face like he'd be without his best friend for a week. It all worked out though, because Matt came down with the same cold the next day. We ended up just laying low the whole weekend and staying inside. We ended up missing my niece's 1st birthday, which I'm really bummed about....but we just didn't want to risk spreading the germs. I even kept the boys home from school today just to be on the safe side. Tomorrow is a new day and they are definitely ready to get back to school. Hopefully this cold was the worst of it and we'll escape the rest of the year without so much as a sniffle.....we can dream, can't we?
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