Yesterday was the first session of 10 weeks of soccer.  Forty-five minutes that I can sit on the bleachers observing and chatting with the other moms.  I can handle that.  She got her own ball, t-shirt and bag.  She was supposed to decorate the ball so she will know which one is hers when there are eight little balls being kicked about the playing field.  I decided to liven up the plain pink nylon bag a bit with some iron-on letters that I had left over from a previous project.

Her pink sneakers aren’t “tennis shoes” they are “soccer shoes”.  Now she’s worried that she doesn’t have soccer clothes.  Little girls athletic shorts, here we come.