Team Players

Bridget had her final volleyball game last Tuesday and on Monday the boys will have their final Itty Bitty Football... game? And Colin had a field trip with his preschool class at Evan's Farm. Now he calls it "My Farm." :)

She never did get an overhand serve over the net, but there's always next year! (I almost cropped Emil out of this picture, but it was part of the Saturday Volleyball Game Experience for us, so it stays.)

Brian told Bridget he'd come to lunch with her at school if she could get the ball over the net (not a serve). I think we'll work on depth perception during the off-season as well.

I can't remember if this went over the net, but I love that Maddie's eyes are closed. :)

Notice the ball. So close! :) Bridget's teammate should take off her jacket and stay a while.

Bridget was the Navy Ninjas' secret weapon. Every one of those under-hand serves made it over the net and the other team could rarely return it. The boys and I would cheer for her and Colin would yell, "Go Bidgie!! DO IT!!" :)

The day I brought my camera we were playing Kodi's team! Or as Bridget puts it, we were "versing" Kodi's team. (?!)

They lost the game, but Bridget still loves volleyball. (Man! She looks so small next to the other girls!)

They may not have won very many games, but we loved her coach and his wife. Not too serious and they made sure everyone had fun.

After the tournament Bridget got a medal. A MEDAL!!! 

Also on Tuesday (of course - everything is on Tuesday) was Colin's first field trip. We went to Evan's Farm. We hadn't been there long when it occurred to me that I'd never been anywhere on an outing with just Colin. Weird! I've taken him to the grocery store by himself, but never somewhere fun like a farm. It was interesting to watch him with the other kids. 

Miss Jeanna convinced him to feed a goat.

Smiling and wiping his hands - pretty gross. :)

He jumped into this corn box and got out lickety-split. Yuck! Tiggers DON'T like corn boxes.

The other kids were done with this hay bale maze after one time through. Colin did it a dozen times. He loves puzzles and this was a life-size puzzle. Totally his cup of tea.

A little train ride.

The whole class. Lots of people were telling that poor kid in the back to move his hands. (Aren't those pumpkins awesome? Colin calls them popcorn.)

My sweetheart boy.

Except for the trip to the Honey Pot port-a-potty, it was a perfect afternoon.

The boys had so much fun playing soccer that I signed them up for Itty Bitty Football. You know how you sign up for another race immediately after finishing a race because you're experiencing the euphoria of accomplishment? Then you realize you have to train again and wonder if you've made a huge mistake. That's how I've felt every time I've realized at 9:05 that the boys have football at 9:30 and I need to get all of us dressed still. Once we're there it's the best, though. I listen to my book while I watch them. :) (For real - audible books are the best! I can see everything they're doing but I don't have to listen to all the other kids crying and screaming.)

Brian was concerned when I told him they practiced kicking. Only skill players in our family, I guess.

Once again, Colin seems a little happier playing than Emil. I think Emil is having fun, but I know Colin is having fun.

Go Colin!

Oh man. This is my new favorite kind of picture. Look at his face!

That kid's gotta be five years old. He's a ringer for sure.

Do they look a little like twins here? Brian smiled that the flags almost reach the floor.

Nice form. I think he's one of the few who made contact with the ball kicking this way.

The Cowboys! (I know, I know... the Cowboys.) Again, it's the perfect outing minus the trips I take to the bathroom. That is my life now, visiting every single public restroom in the history of ever. Colin only tells me he has to go when he really has to go. Emil just wants to see the bathroom. He'll get all situated and say, "I can't see it." Translation: "I don't really need to pee." I give Emil a bad rap - he always tells me he loves me and he helps me make dinner every night. He can look at a pot I have out ready to use and he'll get the correct ingredients and spoon or whisk that I need. It's kind of amazing. :)