Soccer. The End.

Tonight was the last night of soccer. You got a medal, a certificate, and adoring grins from your parents. And even though you were a pain in the butt each and every Thursday—it made me want to do it again. You like it. Even if you'll never admit it.

Girlfriend

Today at school I ran into Kira's mom. She said that Kira says you are her boyfriend. Her mommy asked why you were her boyfriend and she said "Because he is nice to me." And apparently because you are cute too! She is super cute and always dressed to the nines. Mommy approves.

Good Things Happen in April

Eloise Lee Lafferty. Born yesterday. Your future forever friend.

Thomas

Not sure if you'll remember this kind of stuff when you get older, but we will.

Could Eat You With a Spoon

Sorry

You add this to the front of things when you are saying no to something or something is out of your control. Like, "SORRY mommy I don't want to put on a shirt and pants that don't make me look homeless." Or "SORRY mommy it's getting dark out and it's almost nighttime."

Mini Beckham

You are almost done with your soccer clinic. It's been interesting. You've been your usual pain in the b-u-t-t ... but it's also a little unorganized and Ms. Kay is a total Baltimore hon who I think would smoke while she taught you if the parents wouldn't go nuts. She's super sweet even if she never remembers anyones name and when you do participate you seem to like it. You like to move the ball just in front of the goal line and then kick it. And you have this hilarious wind-up that involves twisting your body and then kicking the ball, but because your body is twisted you always kick the ball at a weird angle. You are super really fast when it comes to the running and Willa likes to go and kick the ball too. Maybe swimming is your sport. You seem happy soccer is over so I think we'll take a break and try it again this fall.