Not quite a Beckham

Thatch started indoor soccer this past Saturday and I'm so glad he did because I haven't laughed that hard in quite some time! Friday was his first practice and Jonathan took him while I hung out with the younger crowd at home. When Thatch came home he was quite upset, apparently he thought that the team name should have been the Polar Bears but they picked the Moose as their name instead. I was hoping he was just tired and this wasn't foreshadowing a hate of the game already and my Motherly instincts proved correct. The kid passed out faster than you could say Adidas. (Speaking of Adidas, that reminds me of a side story for later.)

Anyhoo, we wake up on Saturday morning and all plans go out the window. No family outing to Big Brother's first soccer game...it was -60*F outside. I, being a hormonal wrecking ball, start crying because I have to stay home with the baby and miss my guy's first soccer game (It was more of a welling up, there were no actual tear drops). Luckily, I had already pumped a bottle in the fridge and we had some formula left over from the hospital so Jonathan, being the altruistic soul he is, offered to stay home with Harps AND Cooper while I took Thatch to his game. He said he saw that practice that that was basically the same thing. So Thatch and I trekked out into the frigid arctic to play soccer, that's worth a medal in the Soccer Mom World if I say so myself!

When we got there Thatch got very excited and eventually his team showed up and they played! Thatch didn't start the game, there were only 4 players on the court at a time and there wasn't a goalie. Watching Thatcher play soccer is like watching a baby gazelle frolic in the open plains. You'll see in the video, it's hilarious! He is clearly shy of the paparazzi too. In the first video he also obtained his first sports injury. He face planted in the gym floor after tripping over his own feet :) God, I love that kid.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3n_O3Xam7Y

In the second video you can see the gazelle in action again. He also likes to just walk off the court when he's done playing and is thirsty. Playing time isn't a huge priority at this age :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fjmD7Gws68

Here's some photographic evidence of the soccer extravaganza

Fancy Footwork

He hates long shorts

Riding the Bench

 Side Story: Thatcher's soccer ball needed pumping so Jonathan ran in to Sports Authority to get a pump with a needle, some soccer shorts and a pair of sweatpants to put over them. MISTAKE. He comes out with a poop eating grin on his face and immediately says "That was the most fun I've ever had shopping for Thatch." He said he almost got him the matching adidas warm up suit but decided against it because the other kids would think we're snobs. Oh Jonathan, the reason should have been that buying a $75 soccer warm up suit for a 5 year old is ridiculous...but sure, we'll run with the snob thing.

Enjoy our little Beckham!!

Love,
S