It was time for Noah's first soccer game of the season. Mandy did a good job getting him ready after all the growing he's been doing since last season - new clothes, shin guards, water bottles, etc - but didn't realize his feet had grown too. So an hour or so before the game, we found ourselves at Dick's Sporting Goods along with nearly every other kid that had a game that day, searching for shoes that fit. To say Noah's feet are wide is an understatement. To get shoes that fit his width, nearly every shoe they brought out had to be at least an inch longer than his foot.
We finally found ones that fit well enough, and made it to the soccer field. It was already sweltering hot. Poor Noah, who unfortunately shares my internal furnace. His face lights up like Rudolph's nose when he's hot. His first minutes of the game were a bit sluggish, as if he'd forgotten how to play, but he picked it again pretty quickly and ended the day with three goals.
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| Goal! |
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| Lots of ponytails on this year's team. |
Afterwards, Grandma Lois had a workday/hot dog roast/Easter Egg hunt scheduled at her property. We went here after the game to mow and trim, and burn some fallen branches and limbs. Noah and Elliot ran around with Charlie, Cole, Elijah and Luke, playing with the hose and exploring the woods.
With all the cut wood, we got a roaring bonfire going - a dubious achievement on a hot day. Eventually it died down somewhat, and we managed to get close enough, long enough to cooks some hot dogs and marshmallows. The kids hunted Easter eggs afterwards; Grandma Lois helped Elliot look for eggs, helpfully taking down some of the ones hidden in tree branches and putting them on the ground, saying, "The Easter Bunny don't live in a tree."
A few showers later, we got the smoke, dirt and grime washed off everyone, got the kids into bed and reveled in the cool air conditioning. In March.
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| Tired boy, telling mom not to take any more pictures |
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