It was a cold and cloudy Saturday morning, 9:30 a.m. to be exact. And it was flipping FREEZING out. I set up camp on the ground with a blanket around my shoulders and the twins in my lap.
You know, that is one very good thing about having twins. They keep you toasty warm at times like these.
We had gathered on the lawn of the elementary school at this early hour for Ashley's first soccer game. Her teammates were fellow 3 to 4 year-olds who had signed up to play on the YMCA Mighty Kickers team (no experience required). Her team would be coached by none other than my courageous husband, Scott.
Scott shall henceforth be referred to as "Coach," per his YMCA issued uniform.
Scott was selected as Coach through a rigorous recruitment process. Basically somebody at the Y called him up and he said "I'll do it if nobody else will." And thus out of apathy, a Coach was born.
Luckily, the coach on the opposing team recognized that it was FREEZING and that no other parents had brought twins with them to keep themselves warm, so she and Coach decided to skip the 20 minutes allotted to "practice time" and go straight to the game.
The first half was kind of rough. Ashley got frustrated that she didn't make a goal. Or maybe it was because she was thirsty. She told Coach she wanted to make a goal and me that she was thirsty, so who knows.
Just in case it was thirst, Coach fueled her up good at halftime.
In the meantime, my heating sources escaped to play soccer with Nana. Traitors!
During the second half, a little Mia Hamm was born (thankfully minus the shirt-removing tendencies). Ashley scored THREE goals! Two in the right goal, and one for the other team. But hey, who's counting right?
(ME, bitches! We still beat the purples even if you counted all the goals we scored for them! Suck it, purples!)
Ahem. Sorry about that. I meant to say that everybody was a winner! At least in spirit.
Oh, and Ashley did not do any victory dances. She was much too focused. I, on the other hand, might have victory danced a little. But just to keep myself warm, I swear.