Jack started Warner Lil Kicks Soccer this Saturday. It's a beautiful time of year in Tallahassee for soccer. The mornings are crisp and cool - one of the reasons we waited for the October-November session. The session is five weeks and it's only a quick 30 minute practice - fun and nothing too intense. This week they started out with some red light-green light drills, practiced stopping the ball, kicking the ball while following the coach, knocking over cones with the ball and kicking goals. At one point all of the boys were lined up at the goal, the coach would blow the whistle and they would kick the ball towards him and knock over the cones. Jack races off the line, kicking furiously when he finally looked down and noticed that he wasn't kicking his ball. He had to run all the way back to get his Spiderman soccer ball. Jack did pretty well {with a little bribe to go to the dollar store if he wasn't clingy to mom and dad and if he listened real well to the coach}. At two different points though, he yelled from the field back to me on the sidelines, "Mom can we go to the dollar store now?". I don't know if I was more embarrassed that my son would rather shop than play soccer or the fact that I bribed my four-year-old with a trip to the dollar store. At times, he went from listening really well to being more interested in making shadow puppets on the grass. I think he really does like it - he was pretty proud of himself and his new soccer t-shirt, but only time will tell if he's going to be the next David Beckham.
Saturday afternoon Nancy and Boo had their annual Fall/Halloween party. Jack loved that he got another opportunity {the first was when Terri Smith took his photo at the pumpkin patch, which should be posted on her blog this week} to wear his Bumblebee Transformer costume. The only photo I took of the whole adorable party was at the very end with the Ginn girls, Abby and Olivia.
Sunday morning, we went to church at Jack's preschool. It was Multicultural Day - which is where the parents sign up to bring a different dish representing their family origin country. The church plans special songs/performers during the service to showcase other cultures, the preschoolers sing a few songs, then lunch is served afterwards. I made lefse, a traditional Norwegian flatbread. I am Scotch-Irish and Ben is Dutch-Norwegian, but lefse is the only traditional food of all of those cultures that I know how to make and we do have each year for the holidays. There are many ways that Norwegians enjoy this flatbread, but the way that Ben's family serves it and I've grown accustomed to, is to spread butter over the entire surface, top with granulated sugar and roll it up like a cigar. Lefse's main ingredient is potato. In older recipes it called for boiling and mashing potatoes to a fine pulp. However, Ben's mom and grandmother have adapted to modern conveniences and make theirs with potato flakes and powdered milk. It's much faster and easier to make the dough this way, or so I'm told. So yesterday, I prepared the dough. This morning we rolled it out and cooked the lefse and off we raced to Multicultural Day. I'm getting quite good at it {and fast}, if I must say so myself!
It was nice to be busy this weekend and to do so many activities that we don't normally do. It certainly helped the weekend seem less mundane. The countdown begins this week...5 more days left of work!!! Weird.
Makes me miss Little Lambs! Glad Jack is soaking up some soccer fun!
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