DEE OH ARE KAY

Lauren started soccer in March.

She has played five games, had seven practices and has proved to me that she is going to be a mathlete.

Yes, that's mathelete with an 'M'.

Those who can, play.

Those who can't, still play anyway, because their daddy is the head coach.

Team 'Fire' is composed of eight four and five year olds with different skills. They all play 'Buffalo Ball,' which means they all run in a herd after the ball. No one stays in their position at all.

There is Carson, the boy wonder, who will most definitely have his picture on a box of Wheaties someday. We also have Tyler, who picks his nose and wedgies for the entire game. Then there is Lauren.

Lauren follows the herd, but will stop to pick weeds, kick dirt piles or run off into the woods.

A few games ago, I looked up and saw her holding hands with another girl, right in the middle of the game. They were giggling and whispering like, well, five year old's. My best guess is they were laughing at Tyler picking his butt.

I think Lauren, like her mom, is there for the snacks and socialization.

During her first game, she actually got the ball! I was so excited! There I was cheering for her to keep running, and did she ever.

She ran right past the boys, the girls, the parents, the goal and the playground.

She made it to the parking lot before she stopped.

We are going to invest in a stop sign to hold up at the net, like in Forest Gump.

I asked Lauren yesterday if she wanted me to sign her up for softball camp and she asked if they had snacks there.

I think I will sign her up for computer camp instead. Do they serve snacks at spelling bees?

After tucking our soccer star in bed last night, Joey commented on how dorky and nerdy she was going to be.

I soothed his fears by reminding him that dork's don't get pregnant on prom night.

Until we meet again,
Cici
AllAboutCici@gmail.com