Goooooooal

The milestones are coming fast and furious now. Cole had his first soccer practice yesterday. It's a group of 10 five-year-olds, all squirmy little boys with that wild colt-like energy and no ability to calm themselves for longer than 30 seconds. Their new coach was remarkably patient, listening to their random observations: "I have a blue shirt!" "One time I saw Barcelona!" "I'm good at soccer!" and somehow herding them into semi-organized drills and games.

They got irrationally excited whenever he yelled, "Water break!" Poor Cole had to share with some other kid because I forgot his water. Bad soccer mom.

He's in yellow.



Pondering this whole soccer thing.




Very, very proud of the new uniform. He's number 6.



Who's winning? Who's losing? Who cares?