the season's end

saturday was emma's very last soccer game.

i can't believe *TEN* games have already passed us by.

this is her "running real fast" face...

and this is one of her sweet friends on the team...

we ended the season with a party under the gazeebo...i love how she crosses her legs, while in her soccer uniform :)

poor little bro was oh so tired. he does pretty good at hanging in there...

miss emma was awarded her soccer trophy...

she was so proud...

she's such a sweet girl.

we brought these cupcakes for the picnic, made with none other than the team colors.

they were a big hit! and miss emma thinks they are just grand! three cheers for emma and her soccer season :)

hat trick

Rob taught Emma what a hat trick was in soccer...three goals in one game. mistake. So, if you know Emma, you know that's that what she set out to do.

Remember, I told you that the weather was beautiful for practice? Well 48 hours later for her big FIRST game, we pulled a Texas....it was freezing, windy beyond belief, and about to pour.

We showed up for the game. Late. Freezing. Couldn't find a parking spot. She was so excited, but freezing to death. So I took my fleece off and gave it to her. My fleece=fleece dress for Miss Emma. We were doing our best.


I'll be keeping it real for the remainder of this post. Emma played about half the game, and then, she pretty much quit. seriously.

She wanted to score a hat trick, which she calls a bunny trick, but it wasn't working out exactly how she had planned. Have I ever told y'all that I love a baby in a hood?

Like, I think that's one of my favorite things ever....

So sweet & snuggly. And, quite the trooper that day, might I add.

So, let's just say that wind+rain+freezing cold+first game ever+hat trick+a little girl who hasn't played soccer her entire life=a little bit of frustration on game day. If you are new to this whole parenting thing and your child decides to play soccer, you might just wanna keep that whole hat trick thing to yourself.

In my hubby's defense, he was just trying to teach Emma everything he could about soccer...I think it was one of those parenting moments, where you say, "dang, if I could have done that differently, I sure would have."

I think I have one of those moments everyday.

soccer girl

At the very last minute, Emma ended up with a spot in Spring Soccer. And, this was her very first practice. I am in love with her little hot pink nike check cleats.

She's four, and this is her very first "extracurricular activity." My how time flies! I can't believe we are already there. For Rob and me, that equaled uncharted territory. And, if I'm honest I would tell you that I was probably more nervous than she was. Actually, I am sure of it.

Bro was along for the ride is his new little red wagon.

And, watching them play was just hysterical.

I figured out quickly why soccer was coined "magnet ball" for the little ones...

And, now looking at this photo, am thinking it could be one of those cell phone ads...the little girls could be your cell phone bars, you know? I bet Rob would know what commercial I am talking about...was it cingular or att&t? Can you tell it's late? I am going to stop the rambling now.

The weather was beautiful...

And this little guy is pretty much always happy.

I would say that the first practice was a success for our little soccer girl, which makes me a soccer mom, which Rob thinks is hilarious....