Today was Andrew's first last soccer game of the season, or in other words, trophy day. From the moment Andrew learned he would be playing soccer this year he's been asking when he would get a trophy. (He's spent a fair amount of time admiring his dad's trophies in his bedroom at Grammie and Papa's house.)
Don't laugh at his face. The sun was really bright.
That's Coach Dan. He was great, and so patient with these spastic four-year-olds. When he gave each of the kids their trophy, he said something specific about each one of them. You know, something about how they scored goals, or improved their soccer skills, or were tough, aggressive, etc. Andrew spent most of his time at soccer running around in circles, but Coach Dan always got a hug. Just like when he got his trophy.
You can see where Andrew's real focus was at the end-of-year party. I was so afraid he was going to dive right into the cake without a fork.
That's right, Andrew. Be proud of your trophy. Your parents earned it.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Trophy Day
Posted by The Hammonds at 1:32 PM
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ok, the picture of him hovering over the cake is priceless.
Andrew and Ben are twins. I don't know how to explain it...everything Ben does, Andrew does. Everything Andrew does, Ben does. Ben wanted the trophy from practice #1. I can just imagine what they would be like if we lived closer to each other.....Scary!!!
Ben says, "Whoa. That's cool. Andrew's trophy is cool."
Classic line: Your parents earned it. I guess it was mom and dad's first last day of the first sport...to be followed by many and the eventual woe-begotten eagle. yikes.
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