Foccer season was great. Boy O did a fantastic job playing a year ahead and seemed to fit right in with his teammates. The days of scoring over 10 goals per game were over but he managed to fit more than a few in this season and it was great to see him get so excited. More impressive to me was observing the transition from being a ball hog to understanding the concept of passing the ball to one another and calling the ball instead of fighting his own teammate for it. This wasn't always consistent from week to week, but I think the idea of what a team is might be sinking in.
The entire team celebrated the last game by going to Chuck E. Cheese's where Boy O was presented with the team spirit award and his very own soccer trophy. The coach said that no matter what the game was looking like, Boy O was always in high spirits and ready for a team cheer. Here's Mr. Team Spirit himself:
I asked Boy O what he was thinking in this picture because it didn't seem to be his normal out of this world smile. He told me that the picture lady told him to say the word 'stinky' instead of smile or cheese and he was a bit confused. The team picture of course looks very different-all the kids were laughing together as they yelled STINKY!
Back to the Chuck E. Cheese celebration-Daddy O and I have avoided this kid magnet like the plague but could elude it no longer. And before I go into it, here's a confession: when we celebrated our one year anniversary at Hotel Water Park, we did in fact take the boys to the arcade. As we were in discussions on how many tokens to purchase, we noticed that they were having a fabulous time just running from machine to machine, pushing the endless amount of buttons. Boy O had no idea that coins were involved and that they were actually games. So we took advantage of it and spent one wonderful yet economical hour in the arcade.
Chuck E. Cheese was definitely a different experience, but it was a relatively mellow atmosphere on a week night. I was unable to get a proper picture of Boy O since he was in perpetual motion, but I got a couple of good ones of Baby O (also in perpetual motion, but held in place by Daddy O).
Once again, good times had by all and many thanks to our coach who graciously volunteered her time all season. We'll have to figure out what to do without practice and Saturday games. We'll miss it, but it will be nice to have our weekend back...