Logan's 1st Soccer Practice

Logan had his first soccer practice today. To say that he was the best at sharing is to stretch the truth a bit too much. He brought his own ball and had quite the difficult time allowing the coach to use it to demonstrate drills. That said, he was perfectly happy not to use anyone else's either!

It was an absolute comedy. Logan spent much of his time doing cartwheels and eating grass (he has the strangest eating habits). I had to remind him that he truly isn't a cow, no matter how good the grass may taste. But when it came time to compete 1:1 for the ball, Logan was going to win at all costs! I've never seen him run so fast, he kicked that ball away from the other little boy so quickly and kept running with it so hard that the little boy just stopped in his tracks and started crying. Then Logan, the ever so sweet little boy that he is, turned around and politely reminded him that "It's my ball, so I have to be the winner". The games should be interesting!

Police Officer, Logan

Logan has just begun his new "big boy" school and uniforms are a brand new thing to him. He awakens on the first day of school completely excited and ready for his big debut. I pull out his new school uniform and begin to dress him; first his pants and then the shirt...He looks down at his shirt and back up again with a look of pure joy on his face. He says "Mommy, am I going to Police Man School?" and I say "Why are you asking that?". He points to the school logo that has been embroidered on his shirt and says "Look, I have a Police Man badge!"

So cute when I think about how innocent he is. To him, life is so simple. You can be whatever you want just by dressing that way. When he picks up a sword he actually becomes General Grievous; when he puts on his new shoes he can immediately jump higher and further than anyone else. It's amazing.

The Ferocious Mia

So, we're taking a walk around the block. Actually, Logan is riding his bike, Joe is riding Logan's scooter, and I'm pushing Mia in the stroller. We come up to 2 little boys (4 and 5 maybe) playing on their bikes.

Little Boy:  Ooh! Is that a real baby?
Me: Yes, in fact she is a real baby.
Little Boy: What's her name?
Me: Mia
Little Boy reaches in to her stroller to touch her face...
Me: No, No. Please don't touch.
Little Boy: Why? Does she bite?
Me: Sometimes.