Soccer, Tball, Banana Fana Fo-Fana

Do you remember when you were a kid and you played sports and your mom looked like she was always in a hurry and you didn't really understand why? Well I understand.

For the first time as a parent, I had not one but TWO kids doing sports at the same time. I know what some of you are thinking, "Try having more than two kids, newbie."

After basketball ended, Ali decided she wanted to play soccer. I was honestly a little disappointed. Quite frankly, I don't understand that "only-use-your-feet" business. I never played. I don't know the rules. I don't know the lingo. And sometimes I accidentally sat on the players' bench thinking it was there for spectators. They really expect me to bring my own chair!?

I will admit, though, that seeing Ali play it was SO MUCH FUN. She's actually really good! I mean I know I'm biased, but the girl is tall and skinny and fast. She's coordinated with her feet, she's smart, and, most importantly, she had fun playing. I don't think her team won very many games, but not knowing much about soccer meant I really didn't pay attention to the score!

Look at that kick!!! She really loved being the goalie, but my favorite part was watching her play the field. I've seen her play softball. I've seen her play basketball. Neither of those sports really sparked much aggression in that kid, but soccer brought some of that out in her! I mean yes, she was still my little girly-girl who would sometimes dance and get sidetracked. :)

During all this time, we had Jordan playing tball (we're not allowed to call it that though. "I don't play tball, I play baseball!!!") It turns out that our little prodigy doesn't care much about being good at baseball. He's your typical 3 year old tball player who likes to play in the dirt and has no idea what's going on 98% of the time. Despite that, though, he still looks adorable.

See that uniform? The first game he just wore black shorts because we couldn't find any pants to fit him. Then my mother-in-law found him a pair of baseball pants and took them up about 2-3 sizes. Good thing she's good with a sewing machine! Otherwise he'd just been wearing black shorts all year. Also, his tiny fat feet aren't big enough for cleats, so he has to wear good ole tennis shoes. His shirt fits him alright, but it's a tad too short so it can't be tucked into his pants. I don't think his ill-fitting clothes have hurt his performance much, though. 

Even though things got a little hectic for a while, we managed and enjoyed every minute of it, as I'm sure most parents do. I have a feeling, though, that this is only the beginning of our hectic lives as parents with athletic children. Oh boy.