
I always expected to be a soccer mom. Drive the mini-van, carry bags of ice water and orange slices, you know... but I should have realized, back when Tyler and I were first married, that I was a soccer wife long before I'd be a soccer mom.
Tyler played on a city league team while we were at BYU, and now he's at it again. The nice thing about an adult soccer team is, they bring their own treats - and really require very little from us. So, the four of us pack up a dinner, head up to Fort Logan, and cheer on the Hooligans.
Their first season got off to a slow start, but they finished strong and won the championship! It helps that his random assortment of players (found from work, church, friends, neighbors, and Craig's List) now all know one another's names and how they play.
(and in case you're wondering what the kids do during all of these soccer games - the double headers especially - they run around.)
(Sometimes they're too creative with the things they find - and end up with their favorite toy in the trashcan. It's a rough life.)

Liza decided in the middle of all this soccer watching, that she was a soccer player, too.

And since one of her favorite friends gave her a sweet soccer ball for her birthday, she even had the ball to prove it. So, we signed up her and got her going for the month of June.

The first week that we bought her cleats and shin guards and everything, Liza got up every single morning and dressed herself from head to toe in her soccer gear. I love that kind of enthusiasm!

The games provided comedic relief, and Liza had lots of fun.
She even "made a goal!" at her first game, a highlight for her to be sure. She's done until September. 
Even though she was all over this soccer idea, her feminine side would show through as she lined up or waited for instructions. She always had a little soccer pose going on.

I try to not say it too much - but what the heck? Where did my little girl go? She's grown so much -she's a real kid now.

I know this post has a lot of pictures, but just one more had to be included. Landon has a thing for funky shoes - and this shot documents it. I finally hid the camo snow boots (it may be Colorado, but we haven't had snow in a long time), but he's only replaced them with his giraffe rain boots. No worries about anyone taking the wrong shoes from the cubby at McD's play place.













