Half, Please

In an act of brilliance (or maybe desperation), I enrolled Wyatt in a soccer camp last week. It was two hours, every morning, all week, outside. Some part of that equation turned out to be too much - I think if we could have eliminated one of those descriptors, it would've been a hit. But he's a young four (have I mentioned how I feel about four so far?) and it was simply too much. By Friday, we were really done.

No matter, he went every day even if it meant resting because his legs were, "really, really, really, really tired" or laying face down on the field during a scrimmage. Fortunately - or not - it was a low pressure soccer camp for the under-six set and he fit in okay. And told everyone he loved them. He did, however, really love the gear and the idea of it and even wants to try again another time, "for only half as long."

At least he looked cute.

Day one enthusiasm

He loved the water breaks.

day 2: still somewhat interested

day 3: losing steam

annnnnnd it's just more fun to hang out with the big kids.

Meanwhile, Natalie spent the time exploring and honing her escape skills.

Don't worry Mom, I'll just be down there somewhere

Bleachers - super fun.

Wanting to be part of the action.

contemplating her next move on the bleachers - they never get old

Making a break for it