Ninja Sweatshirts!

So sorry for the silence, we've been busy avoiding earthquakes and hurricanes, both of which we escaped by days.

Yes, we are safely back in Seattle where we have quietly been readjusting to life at home. And truth be told, it's bittersweet.

George started playing on a soccer team and I've realized I'm no soccer mom. Not only do I not drive a mini-van but I know nothing about the sport. I sent him on the first day in seersucker shorts and a white t-shirt where he "played" against bigger kids decked out in fancy polyester shorts, shiny cleats and shin guards. My poor little guy didn't even notice he had a crappy blow up soccer ball that looked more like a beach ball. I did, however, buy him "new" cleats. (They were $1.96 at a consignment store on Camano Island. Score!)

Truth be told, George doesn't care about soccer at all. Tonight he admitted to the coach he's only in it for the team sweat shirt because it has a hood with drawstrings that can make you look like a ninja.

For this $7.99 sweatshirt he's going to make us suffer. Three times a week we have to cart him to the play field. And they couldn't have picked worse hours: Dinner time and Sunday mornings, which could make me miss dinner and brunch engagements.

And we all know George got my athletically challenged genes.

In Clay's younger years, age 32 to be exact, he played a mean game of soccer. Dan Tyler claims that during Clay's first game a teammate pointed at Clay out on the field and asked "who's the chick with the muscles?" Dan eventually realized he was talking about Clay. Clay's hair was quite long at the time. I guess that's what caused the confusion. That and the high heels...