Little Goalies, Lasagna, and Lost Balls. Or, A Recap of My Saturday

Ah- Saturdays. They used to be such lazy days.

Then- my son started soccer, and the face of Saturday changed forever. This morning, we were up early because Cody had soccer team pictures and a game today. Wonder of wonders- he actually PLAYED today! And wouldn't you know it, Mike decided that today would be the perfect day to sleep in and skip the game.

We arrived at the same time that Cody's friend did. This is the friend who plays on the green team (Cody is on the orange team), and since the orange and green teams always play each other, they are always together. Which is good. What isn't good is that Cody and his friend tend to hang at the back of the pack, talking. Today, however, Cody just got out there and played. He was running, he even kicked the ball once! He was also cheering his team on, yelling 'Kick the ball, Dan!' and 'Go for it!' He was so cute. Today, they tried it with goalies. First, he tried to be goalie for the other team, then- when he was goalie for his team- he sat, and walked around, and sat some more... Luckily, when the ball was headed for him, he stood and watched the ball at least.

After soccer, we headed to my parents' house for lunch. Lasagna! With garlic bread! An afternoon of chatting with my mom, while the boys and my neices watched Robots and played outside. It was fun- until we were getting ready to leave. Cody had brought his soccer ball with him, and while we were getting things ready to go... we couldn't find his ball. Uh oh. It's just the perfect size for my parents' three dogs to play with. We searched all around the yard. We looked in the manure spreader (decorative), wagon (also decorative), sleigh (yep- you guessed it, decorative). We looked in the fort part of the swingset, every toy box, in the shed, in the garage, inside all five cars, in the power wheels pick up truck that they were driving around earlier, in all three boats, in the house, under the porch, under the ramp, under the dock, in both fire pits, and under all three picnic tables. Then- we grabbed my mom's binoculars and started searching the far side of the pond. No ball. We looked for over an hour! And, just as my mom said that she'd keep her eye out for it, and that we should get going, I spotted the ball.

It was inside an old walker that belonged to my boys' when they were babies and that my parents still had. It was on the porch (where we looked), in plain sight. AND WE MISSED IT. (and, for the record, we did ask Cody and his cousin what they did with the ball and they couldn't remember.)

I should probably scrap this, but right now- I'm too darn tired.

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