Poor Little D
He woke up this morning and immediately wanted to
get dressed. (Very unusual - this is the child who would snuggle in bed with
mommy until noon if he had his way.) Then, he gathered all the soccer balls in
the house and brought them to the front door. Then he found his shoes and put
them on himself.
He stood by the door and announced, "Mommy, it's time to go outside. It's my turn for soccer practice."
Poor guy. You try telling him that he can't join a real soccer team until he is 3. (or 4...or 5...).
So, Dana and I are about to brave this cold Wisconsin spring morning to go run Davis' soccer practice. (Where's Daddy when we need him????)
He stood by the door and announced, "Mommy, it's time to go outside. It's my turn for soccer practice."
Poor guy. You try telling him that he can't join a real soccer team until he is 3. (or 4...or 5...).
So, Dana and I are about to brave this cold Wisconsin spring morning to go run Davis' soccer practice. (Where's Daddy when we need him????)
Posted: Fri - April 8, 2005 at 09:50 AM
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