It's Official, Official...

I'm a Soccer. Mom.

I have to admit that I've never really wanted to be a soccer mom, but now that I am, I think I have the cutest little booger out there on the field.

This past Saturday was Palmer's first soccer game. Of which, almost turned out to be an EPIC FAILURE!

Yep, between him not wanting to play (at first), me almost being in tears because I couldn't figure out a way to get him to go play and then literally kicking Brent and my MIL off the field (telling them to go home), it turned out that Palmer is one little soccer stud...when he decided to finally play!

(He's official...He's a "Shark")

(He was having fun before the game started...)

(Then for whatever reason, he decided he didn't want to play!)

(Finally, after promising him everything under the son, including a new Best Friend, Zach #3, he went out and played -- with only 5 minutes left of the game)

(He is actually pretty good!)

(Go Palmer...I'm pretty sure there's never been a mother as proud as I was during that game!)

(of course, the coach had to keep reminding the kids which way they actually needed to kick the ball and which goal it needed to go in!)

(Palmer and Zach giving each other a hug...it was so cute, but unfortunately, I couldn't find the "Zoom Out" button fast enough)

(1.2.3...GO SHARKS!)

Now that we've established that it is fun to play (and not sit on Mommy's lap and watch everyone), hopefully, Mr. Palmer will remember it and want to play next week...we can at least keep our fingers crossed;)

So proud of my favorite sweet baby!

Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful for my little soccer star,
Chasity

PS...Don't worry! I did make Brent feel bad about missing Palmer's first game! Bad attitudes and overly competitive fathers need not apply!