This morning we were up and out the door by 7:30 on our way to the soccer fields. I ran by the bank to get money to pay the referees (the joys of being the board treasurer) while Richard headed to the field to meet the boys and their dad to get them

ready to play. We were all present, dressed, and ready to go with Gatorades in hand (I think this is the first time we remembered them for the first game ever), only to find out the other team didn't get the schedule change and they weren't showing up until 9:30. Seriously, the one time in my soccer mom career that everyone was on time, and we didn't have to be. The other team did arrive and Mason's team played their game one hour late on the only empty field at the park - the big field. They did awesome. I seriously teared up a few times watching my baby play on the big field and realizing in only a few more years that will be where he is playing. Somewhere in the past few months, he has seriously grown up and I am not sure I like it.
Because that gam

e started late, Richard was still coaching Mason's team when it was time for Connor's team to warm up for their 10:30 game so super mom (also known as me) went to tackle the job of warming up 6, count them 6, six year-old for their first game that wasn't co-ed. And might I add, I did marvelously. They even told Richard I was better than him at soccer because I could kick the ball in flip-flops (only one little boy said that was because a guy would never wear flip flops to the soccer field).
Both boys did an awesome job - Mason had five assist and Connor scored a goal.

The miracle of miracles is that Reagan spent almost five hours at the soccer fields and was an angel. I mean a real angel. She didn't cry or go missing. She sat in her Dora chair and watched the games and played with the boy's other sister, Kim, and never gave me any trouble at all. I would say that it really helps that I have downloaded Dora the Explorer to my iPod on my phone, but that would mean that I have to admit that I use technological devices to help watch my children and I am not one of those parents (no chance of lightning today, right?)
I am almost scared to say this out loud, but I think we might be over the toddler hump.
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