Last night as we were picking apples and such, I let Stella use my camera. My real camera. I know, right? What was I thinking? This is a girl who drops, spills or misplaces things other people are holding. And although I followed her around in a constant pose of omygodpleasedon’tdropit, she ended up taking some pretty amazing photos. And with a little help from iPhoto, I have realized that my photography skills are no better than an almost 7-year-old.
Well, we did it. We survived another pumpkin patch extravaganza. Us with our crisp fall weather, and delusionally optimistic outlook. By the end we are usually pitching the pumpkins into the back of the car and dragging our dirt covered (often screaming) kids from the hay-bale labrynth. It is the sick and twisted side of my personality that stifled a giggle as a fuming Jodie comes storming up with her daughter who tried (almost successfully, I might add) to scale the barbed wire fence – trying to make a hasty pumpkin-patch escape, no doubt. Stella insisted on bringing home 5 different squash that she will later refuse to eat. Porter, miraculously wore closed-toed shoes. All in all, I’d say it was not different than any other year.
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Upon arriving home, we stumbled back into a life fully underway – soccer season was no exception. Having already missed a handful of practices and the 1st game, we showed up at practice not exactly sure what to expect. This season, as it turns out, the coach is an old college-mate of Steve’s and he and the rest of the girls were welcoming and ready to bring Stella into the fold.
This year, she was finally able to move up to the next age bracket, and the girls (no more co-ed) are bigger and seem more ready to get to business playing some soccer. It’s still swarm-ball type soccer, but there is certainly some actual ability beginning to peek through. Some of these girls are showing serious promise.
I have been unable to figure out, however, why they all run with their tongue out?
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We are now the proud owner of a 2nd grader. Our model happens to come complete with the Virtual Teenager Upgrade, as witnessed by the conversation held after her first day:
Me: “Soooooo, how was your first day?”
Her: “OMYGOD, Ruby had this TOTALLY cute shirt on.”
Me: “Wow. So how did you like your teacher?”
Her: “It had a heart on it like right here on the shoulder and then this happy face and it was all plaid and-”
Me: “Um, so who is in your class with you?”
Her: “What’s for snack?”
Me: “Good talk, Stel. Good talk.”
