A lot has happened. Christmas, New Years, a new semester, all that fun stuff, and right now we are back in the thrill of things. I know this is a stupid excuse for not writing, because I see this on so many blogs (like I actually read them) but the excuse of being so busy. I could use that excuse but in reality I've actually just been lazy with writing. I kind of didn't want to do it for a while so I didn't. There I said it. I feel better.
To make this easier for me, I am trying to do shorter blog posts, so I don't have to mull over every sentence and try and make everything witty. Sometimes when I write I use a voice in my head, not actual voices, it's actually my thoughts but I think them in the voice of someone else. It's usually Jim Gaffigan's but for some strange reason tonight it's the fat guy's from modern family. I don't know his actual name but I think he's funny. So while you are reading this, imagine it's him reading it to you.
So we signed Lukas up for Soccer. It's a really fun league where they spend the first twenty minutes having a practice and teaching them some fundamentals (like kicking the ball, very important I must say). After that they have a thirty minute game, and when I say game, I mean a free for all where the ball occasionally lands in the net if it doesn't accidentally hit the "goalie" at the time. It's the whole swarm mentality with the exception that no one is working together. At least that is how it was the first few times. Lately the players have noticed that there are other players on their team, and have kind of helped each other out, or at least have stopped stealing the ball from them.... sometimes.
Lukas is halfway through the "season" and he was getting real discouraged because up until today none of his kicks have managed to find themselves in the goal, despite the fact that he has told me multiple times that he is the best soccer player ever. But today, today was the day of miracles. It was amazing, it was brilliant, it was... good timing.
Here's how it all went down. 30 seconds were left in the game, the score was... tied, and it was time to sub in new players (they sub every two minutes so the kids can rest and watch Despicable Me on my Microsoft Surface). The red opposing team (Lukas is on Green, the Sharks is their official mascot, we call him Jaws) has just finished substitutions and the game has started, but they have come to an impasse as to who will play goalie. No one on the red team is willing to sacrifice their last few minutes of soccer time to play goalie. The whistle is blown, the game begins, and the red team is still arguing, with the ball right in front of the goal. Lukas sees his opportunity, and ever so quietly (like a Shark) runs full throttle towards the ball and kicks it into the goal, without any opposition, or goalie. The red team is absolutely stunned and shocked, and from the opposite end of the field, the crowd of onlooking parents and fan (Mollie) explode in applause and congratulations. Lukas turns towards the noise, waves, and suddenly realizes his goal counted. He jumps up and down, ecstatic, runs over to me just as the whistle is blown, ending the game. Lukas calls his mom, triumphant and confident, and proclaims "Hey Mom, guess what? I scored! That's all, now you can talk to Daddy."
