Tramatic.

Saturday in our world is soccer day. I has been this way for atleast the last 9 years and probably will be until they have to pry a flat soccer ball out of my hubby's cold dead hands. (Halloween is coming!)

Both of my youngest boys are "playing" this season and my hubby is coaching both teams. Squish is on a team called "Cobras". He is actually rather good. His team has a goalie this year and they are fun to watch.

Jellybean, on the other hand, spends most of his time running around in circles watching his feet (he did this same movement when he played t-ball last spring). He is more than happy to kick the ball if somehow the soccer ball hits his feet on accident. My hubby gets very frustrated.

Apparently Jellybean is non-athletic. My hubby hopes he will out grow this. :) He is always telling Jellybean to pay attention.

Squish had his game bright and early, 9am, and almost scored a goal. Dang that goal post!

Jellybean's game came later in the day after it had warmed up a degree or two. He was out on the field with his team. They are the "Red Fire Bull Dogs" (the kids could not agree on only one name and the hubby didn't want to make anyone cry...). the team was stretching out when Jellybean squealed.

I could tell it was a real one, even when I heard his dad disagree with him.

"You did not. Go see mom."

My sweet baby came to me, holding his face and crying. "It got my cute cheek!"

Jellybean had been stung by a bee. He was so upset about his cute cheek. I comforted him and found him some super cold mud to put on his little face. Poor kid. His little face kind of swelled up so he received some Benadryl when we got home (Who took the stuff out of the car???).

He sat out for most of the game before he was brave enough to get back on the field. He still just ran around in circles though. I don't think he ever touched the ball but he pointed out every bee that flew by. Atleast he was paying attention to something.