Another birthday in LA for 'Shroom who is now the ripe old age of six. If you look at the picture of 'Shroom blowing out the candle on his "cake," I want to assure you that I wasn't being cheap or lazy by not baking or even purchasing a store-bought cake. His "strawberry only" cake was his special request. He didn't even want ice cream or whipped cream. Just strawberries. I was more than happy to oblige.
Anyway, 'Shroom had a great day and woke up this morning ready to play with all his new toys ("Aww! I have to go to school today?!) It's tough being a kid.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
'Shroom and Lolli's first game of the season was this past Saturday. 'Shroom's team, dressed in teal but close enough to green to be called the Green 'Gators, played the same time slot as Lolli's team (dressed in red, it's only appropriate that they're called the Heartbreakers).
Air Boss cheered on the 'Gators and I cheered on the Heartbreakers. Interesting games. At times, downright funny. But at the very least, interesting. Yep.
Don't know if any of you have seen a bunch of four year old girls play soccer. They're polite. Very polite. They've been raised to "share" and "take turns" and "don't take something without asking permission." Well, that's just how the Heartbreakers played their game. I was screaming from the sidelines at a bewildered Lolli to "kick the ball!" and "go get the ball!" and "kick the ball away!" and "you're going the wrong way!" I had to tell myself to calm down or else I'd be hauled away in handcuffs.
I could see 'Shroom's game across the field. My boy was happy running laps around the action (orbiting as I call it). He was no where near the ball, didn't care to be, and seemed happy enough. When the ball did come his way, he would quickly run the other direction.
Well, I think we have 11 more times to figure out how this game works. And for the kids to unlearn all the "nice" manners of sharing and taking turns.
BTW, if you're trying to figure out which one is 'Shroom in the photo above, here's a clue: he's not blonde.