Monday, March 22, 2010

the way kids think

soccer season is upon us.


for some reason, getting on a soccer team in here is like trying to get into the right pre-school in New York City.


you have to be signed up from before birth and have all the right connections.


out of the blue a spot opened up for Olivia this spring.


she has always said she wanted to play.


until now, now that "the spot" was available.


after bribing, begging, cajoling and promising Slurpees for her to just "give it a chance" and "it will be fun" and "you have the nicest coach in the world", she relented and said OK.


i think she will have fun in the end.



we were digging out all of Eliza's old gear last night for Olivia. Getting everything ready for her first practice today. kyle and i were prepping her.
Sam (her very metro sexy coach-in case he is reading!) promised treats for every practice. She was thrilled.



everything is better with treats, right?



We then happened to mention that this practice was in advance
of her first game on Saturday.



She looked at us with shock and said, "you mean i GET TO PLAY in games too?"


we all looked at each other and laughed.


what did she think all these practices were for anyway?

3 comments:

samandbrodi said...

Metrosexy Sam here...Olivia is a natural. After I made them all run 50 laps so that they were puking, we lined up and kicked some goals and she showed everyone how it is done.

She is also learning how to talk trash and do lots of cheap shots on the other team. We take no mercy on our opponents.

nielsons*love*family said...

talking trash is good sam!
i *HAD TO* include the fact that you were, after all, metrosexy!

keep up the good work sam!

Amy said...

You may think Sam is kidding, but he is not. He takes the game very serious. He seems like such a nice guy until soccer season comes and then you see a completely different side to him. If he gets a little bit out of hand, all you have to do is give him a Rockstar......the guy can't handle the drink. He will be in the corner of the field, running around in circles until he finally ends up in fetal position on the grass, that's when you can step in. Just kidding.......well not really.