Soccer Season

Rory attended her first soccer game last weekend. Between keeping my eyes on her and making certain Jilli wasn't swallowed by a monster in the mud pit, I am afraid I didn't see a whole lot of the action. Jeff tells me ScoreMore (his usually aptly named team) did not quite live up to their moniker, but that it was worth it to come off the field to all of his girls.

I asked Jilli to smile and she burst forth with, "Actually, I'm drinking right now."

The mud pit...see it in the background? Jilli had a fabulous time throwing things in it and fishing things out (she fashioned a pole out of a stick and presented me with the leaf she caught-- the anglers in our family should be proud). As the evening went on her desire to be caked with mud and bugs and who knows what else grew until she stood in the very middle of the pit, shoes completely submerged, face splattered and reeking of muck. When she walked back to the blanket I could smell the earthy sludge. And for just a moment it was me at the river, shoes submerged, fishing for minnows with solo cups, having the time of my life. Reliving my childhood is undoubtedly one of my favorite things about parenthood.