The Soccer Mom Edition
So the wonderful ladies over at Like Mother, Like Daughter do their {Pretty Happy Funny Real} on Thursday…
…and I’m getting mine up on Friday morning.
Forgive me? I’ve been a day late and several hours’ of sleep short all week.
My photos for this week’s edition of {PHFR} were all taken at the local soccer field, where I’ve been spending lots of my spare time.
“Lots” is an understatement.
You have permission to fall off your chair laughing when you read it.
I never, ever thought I’d be a soccer mom—Ever! You hear me? Ever!—but then my husband knighted me with the title.
(Except a woman can’t be knighted.)
(I guess that makes me a “Soccer Dame.” )
Anyway, yes. I’ve had to submit. Not my will, Father, but that of my uber-athletic-minded husband who prefers that we not spend the summer inside and makes me get out and spend time…
…here.
At the local soccer field.
(I love my husband.)
(And I love the state of Minnesota. So! Much! Green!)
Mind you, where there’s a game field there’s also a porta-potty. I include this photo in the name of honest journalism and to show that not every landscape comes unmarred.
“Happy” is the face of my little athlete. Do you not agree? And I ask you: Who would have thought that my shy little Felicity would be such a sparkplug on the field?
(My husband, evidently.)
She loves the sport and here’s your proof: On Wednesday evening we were driving back from ballet. Felicity asked, “Did I miss my soccer match?” and I replied, “Well, no…your soccer game is in an hour so we could make it if you want to…”
(hoping she’d rather go home and chill)
And she responded, “Yes! Yes! I want to! Yes!”
Sigh.
“Happy”, too, is my little Angela, who spends the hour charging down that hill.
(Never one to chill, that Angela.)
George is greatly intrigued by such a little green house. He always wants to pay a visit (this from the kid who’s still in diapers) and then when we do…
…he turns around and says, “Uck.”
You gotta know it.
The “real” photos are my favorite ones.
“Real” is the athlete who says “No more photos!”
And “real” is the goofy little girl who likes them.
(Likes the photos, that is.)
(This child is as extroverted as the day game is long.)
By the way, this photo of Angela is a rollover. It doesn’t work in your Google feed, but if you click over to my blog and roll your mouse over the photo…you will my Angela as she really is.
(Which is to say, goofy.)
Finally, “real” is the 2-year-old who comes sidling over and asks to be nursed for, like, the 20th time.
He looks like he’s smiling but he’s really whining.
“Put down the book, Momma! Pay attention to me…to me…me…me…”
(Only in George-ese it sounds like, “Mommmmmmmmmmaaaaa….Mommmmmmmmaaaa…”)
This is my life as a soccer mom on the sidelines.
This is my prettyhappyfunnyreal life.
Nurse that boy! He looks too skinny in that next-to-last picture!! 😉
The real problem, Sara, is that he prefers nursing to eating!
LOL Oh Margaret – How in the world do you even have a chance to sit down at a soccer game? And, I'm laughing because, I, too, have a little nursling like that. I have become something of his little play toy I guess. I make a move to put myself away and he comes running, mouth open, tongue hanging out. *sigh*
My 16mo. old wants to nurse all the time. In church, in the car, in the store, etc…
Good to know there is another MN mama out there with a baby who LUBS to nurse.
Wonderful pictures 🙂
…and what a prettyhappyfunnyreal life it is! Lucky you!
um george, I agree, uck and ick to the outdoor potty!! 😉
I'm glad you joined! Your photos are great.
That's a pretty nice soccer field! and your kids are so cute!
So, I came over because I HAD to see the rollover … yup, that's perfect!
And, those nursing toddlers are so persistent aren't they?? If we are sitting, they see opportunity. No rest for the mamas.