Soccer!

Wyatt had his first soccer game today.  What you see in the first picture is pretty indicative of what happened during the game. We're still not sure if he is hesitant to join in because he doesn't know what to do, or if he's just not interested. Either way, he says he's still having fun. He got new cleats, socks and shin pads for this game, and apparently if he wants to play on Wednesday, I need to buy a strap for his glasses. I was kind of taken aback by some of the parents at today's game - about 3 minutes in to a 40(ish) minute game, one of the moms was yelling at the coach to put the subs in.  The coach didn't hear her (or was ignoring her), but all the kids took turns sitting out. No need to lose your cool less than 5 minutes in.  Quite a few of the parents were shouting things like, "Kick the ball!" which I think is pretty clear to all of the kids. I try not to yell anything at Wyatt, unless he's sitting and about to be trampled. :P
The last two pictures are of Paige and her buddy Rogan (aka My Rogan, and she is My Paige to him). They were kind of ridiculously adorable together.  Rogan's brother Gus is friends with Wyatt, and is in the third picture trying to make him laugh at the end of the game instead of shaking his hand. :)

Camping 2014

As Iggy Azalea would say, "First things first, I'm a realist."

I know I come off as being pessimistic. I try not to let past experiences dictate future ones, but that's often how things roll here.

As soon as I booked the site, I began counting down til we would be home. I briefly entertained the idea that we might all have a great time! and sleep decently! and no tantrums! or weird bugs! Okay, this time there were no weird bugs. Just relentless mosquitos.

Most of the first day was okay, a few fits here and there. We played mini golf, went to the beach and had ice cream.

The night was the hellish experience I expected. Wyatt, Paige and I shared an air mattress while Josh got cozy on the tent floor with a foam mat and sleeping bag. Paige slept okay, Wyatt did not. Sleep, that is. So neither did I. It was a long night filled with whimpering, kicking, "Is it morning yet?" and "I can't sleep if daddy's snoring!" By 8:30am Wyatt was in the van, asking to go home (he had been up with Josh since 6). We did leave shortly after, to check out the new exhibits at the zoo. Both kids were tired and grumpy by noon and Wyatt complained on the way home that it was "the worst day ever."

By 7:30 this evening he was asking Josh when we could camp again.

I suggested 10 years from now.