We managed to get T on the field today for a brief moment, which I'm chalking up to a minor miracle and great motherly accomplishment. If you'd been there to see us walk up without shoes on, throwing a good 4yo temper tantrum, you'd have been really proud of this too! :) Praise God for T's dear, dear coach, who gave him a lot of love and encouragement. I could tell T made it this far because of him. Thanks Coach John (that's him on the left directing T!) We're aiming to touch the ball one time next week... Here's to hoping!
M played at the same time in the lower field and was really getting into it. After watching him play pretty aggressively, Papa remarked, "He's ready for football." Where else is shoving allowed? Sign him up!
And here's our Most Wonderful Dad and Coach of the Year
The game couldn't have ended better-- lower left corner is M scoring the game's final goal. He was hustling 'til the last minute and it paid off! Way to go, buddy!
My guys are pretty wonderful. Love 'em to pieces.
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