Soccer mom
Well it’s official – I’m now a soccer mom. Ethan played twice last weekend, once in a game, and once in a practice (in that order). It was very cute to see 10 five year olds running around randomly, sometimes in relation to the ball, but often not. The concept that they were trying to get the ball to go in a particular direction was new to most of them. The idea that there was a boundary past which they weren’t supposed to kick the ball seemed incomprehensible to them. But they seemed to be enjoying themselves, which was the most important thing. And somehow Ethan knew how to stop and kick the ball, but I have no idea where he learned it from. A babysitter here? Where he was before? Ethan didn’t seem to know either.
We also went to a fun event this past weekend – called “Touch-a-Truck”. It was free, and I thought it was just wonderful that all these people would clean and bring their trucks to show them off. There were a lot of interesting ones, including an ambulance you could get in, a police mobile unit that you could walk through, and lots of huge trucks that Ethan could sit at the steering while and pretend to drive. Bob The Builder was there – the “real” one according to Ethan.
The other night Ethan was in a really weird mood before dinner. I was wondering what was up, and then after dinner he started asking us a slew of tough questions: Why did we pick him? Was he in somebody’s tummy? Did we want a kid? I knew the questions were coming at some point, I just wasn’t expecting them so soon! Now I have to do catch up to figure out helpful ways to answer them. Ever since he asked the questions he’s been in a great mood, so I think he’d been worried about some of these things. There’s a part of me that so wishes he didn’t have to deal with all this stuff!
We also went to a fun event this past weekend – called “Touch-a-Truck”. It was free, and I thought it was just wonderful that all these people would clean and bring their trucks to show them off. There were a lot of interesting ones, including an ambulance you could get in, a police mobile unit that you could walk through, and lots of huge trucks that Ethan could sit at the steering while and pretend to drive. Bob The Builder was there – the “real” one according to Ethan.
The other night Ethan was in a really weird mood before dinner. I was wondering what was up, and then after dinner he started asking us a slew of tough questions: Why did we pick him? Was he in somebody’s tummy? Did we want a kid? I knew the questions were coming at some point, I just wasn’t expecting them so soon! Now I have to do catch up to figure out helpful ways to answer them. Ever since he asked the questions he’s been in a great mood, so I think he’d been worried about some of these things. There’s a part of me that so wishes he didn’t have to deal with all this stuff!