Hanging at the Soccer Field

Hi.




Before Caroline's game this afternoon, we hung out at the park adjacent to the field.


Literally.

In between all the hanging, Caroline took out her earrings. Because parks are so hygienic and all. Naturally, the best place to stick your fingers near a hole in your body is at a germ infested playground. We like living on the edge.

And then Caroline hung some more.

Eventually, hanging time ended and the game began. Caroline tended goal for the whole game; the only other willing goalie was AWOL today. Caroline likes to play goalie, but the activity level of the goalie is far less than that of any of the other positions. Which is precisely why she likes playing goalie so much. She ain't no dummy!

In fact, the only exercise Caroline got during the game was running to and from the goal during the break between quarters. Oh, and running her mouth. Like mother, like daughter.

Check out her awesome goalie jersey. Stylish and ventilated.



The opposing team didn't give Caroline much opportunity to hone her goalie skills. Our team had possession of the ball for most of the game, but the one time the other team did get the ball, they scored.

That's okay, even though we were down a goal, watermelon at half time still tastes sweet, albeit a little messy.

Apparently standing in front of a soccer goal produces quite a thirst.

It was a good game, despite losing. But when it's all said and done, so long as you get a snack and a juice box at the end, it's all good.

I'm saving this picture for future teenager black mailing purposes.

Along with this one,




and most definitely this one.




Happy Saturday!