Adventures in Abelingland

I have been waiting for this day
When we can sign the boys up for soccer
{Even if it is not official league soccer; that doesn't start till 4}
So we signed Nicky up for Soccer Shots
and organized introduction to soccer
I dressed Nicky up in his USA National Soccer uniform

I tricked him into the Jersey

{He hates "jerseys"}

He refused the knee high socks

But he looked adorable

Ready to kick around a mean soccer ball
and seal his fate as the next Michael Owen. Or Landon Donovan.

We arrived at the park
The coach rounded the kids up
They lined up with their Daddies and Mommies

{Look how everyone is paying attention!}

Ella, Kylee Jo, and Ryder were there to play too

Nicky and Daddy started their calisthenics and stretching

and practiced passing techniques

But this was all in the first 5 minutes
Because then Nicky was "too sick with a fever" to finish playing soccer
But not too sick to swing on the swings
Because the next 40 were spent at the swings
and I was left to wonder where is my Soccer Star?

We will try again this Saturday!

When I think of soccer, I think of AYSO, orange slices, Michael Owen. (If you have no CLUE who I am talking about, shame on you, and now go google him.) and Adidas. I remember my mom cutting up orange slices every Saturday and me getting kicked in the shin a lot. At least I curled my hair, so I looked cute.

I can't wait to be a Soccer Mom - I already have the boys, OJ, and Gatorade. I have Austin's version of the soccer mom minivan - the Lexus RX 350, now all I need is Michael, er, um I mean some Adidas.

Recently I discovered the ultimate soccer shoe for my little Michael or David Beckham (you pick). Two of Nicky's friends, Ryder and Hudson, wear Adidas Sambas. And its the most adorable thing. Now Nicky has a pair so he too, can look cute and kick people in the shins (kidding!), without me curling his hair.

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