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Last year, Froglet tried T-ball, but soon got bored on the field as all she had to do was wait, wait, wait until a ball got thrown her way. So she'd pick lallydions, or run after butterflies, or chat up cute little boys from the other team, and then, when a ball would come flying her way, it would just zoom past and she'd need serious reminding ("FROGLET! BALL!!! RUN!!!!") before she actually moved from her spot.
So this year, we've opted for soccer. At least she gets to run all the time.
Oh vey.
We parents seem to be a lot more organized than the coach, and that is actually saying something, because I am notoriously NOT organized. How do I know that the coach is even less organized than I am? Well, the (first and only) phone call yesterday afternoon to tell us that our children had a practice that very evening was a definite hint, of course.
And then, the coach arriving for soccer practice WITHOUT BRINGING A SOCCER BALL is a dead giveaway, wouldn't you say? *g*
Thankfully, one of my friend is VERY organized (it goes with her job*) and she had brought a tiny soccer ball for her three-year-old to play with while the older kids had soccer practice. The little one lent his ball to the team and went over to the swings with Tadpole, where they both had a blast.
And now I wonder how the strictly English-speaking coach will react when he finds out that he's got 6 francophones in his team :D (we asked for all the kids to be in the same team).
And then we came home from practice.
Tadpole *wails abominably*
Husband *brakes reflexively*: What's up? Tadpole? Tadpole? You ok?
Tadpole *blinks*
rainette: It's OK, sweetheart. She's just singing along.
Husband: X_X
Froglet *giggles*
* that friend of mine is a journalist: she's got a news show on French-speaking TV in Toronto. So, occasionally, when Husband turns on the TV, I have a "Ooooh, is G. paying us an unexpected visit?" moment -- and then I realize it's the TV.
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So this year, we've opted for soccer. At least she gets to run all the time.
Oh vey.
We parents seem to be a lot more organized than the coach, and that is actually saying something, because I am notoriously NOT organized. How do I know that the coach is even less organized than I am? Well, the (first and only) phone call yesterday afternoon to tell us that our children had a practice that very evening was a definite hint, of course.
And then, the coach arriving for soccer practice WITHOUT BRINGING A SOCCER BALL is a dead giveaway, wouldn't you say? *g*
Thankfully, one of my friend is VERY organized (it goes with her job*) and she had brought a tiny soccer ball for her three-year-old to play with while the older kids had soccer practice. The little one lent his ball to the team and went over to the swings with Tadpole, where they both had a blast.
And now I wonder how the strictly English-speaking coach will react when he finds out that he's got 6 francophones in his team :D (we asked for all the kids to be in the same team).
And then we came home from practice.
Tadpole *wails abominably*
Husband *brakes reflexively*: What's up? Tadpole? Tadpole? You ok?
Tadpole *blinks*
rainette: It's OK, sweetheart. She's just singing along.
Husband: X_X
Froglet *giggles*
* that friend of mine is a journalist: she's got a news show on French-speaking TV in Toronto. So, occasionally, when Husband turns on the TV, I have a "Ooooh, is G. paying us an unexpected visit?" moment -- and then I realize it's the TV.
ALSO: pretty icon!!!! *smug grin* Many, many thanks to
copperbadge who made it. I have decided that this will be my Husband icon. *g*
