It’s His “Thing”.

My honey and I were never so proud last night… our son played his first soccer game.

He had a blast. I realize I’m biased, but he stayed on the ball more than any kid I saw on either team. They have a ways to go, it was their first game and they’d only had two practices. The kids on the other team were bigger and more experienced, and their coach had been coaching that age group for some time, you could tell.

But our Turtles did not give up! They ran their little hearts out until an 8-0 finish. Donovan told me yesterday morning that soccer was his “thing” and that he was super excited to be a soccer man. :) Precious. I am so happy for him to have finally found that “thing” that motivates him. I just can’t wait till he gets that same bug for surfing! For now I am just so stoked that he and his dad have this; Nate has started helping a little here and there and is hoping to help coach. He’s going to be wonderful, I couldn’t be more proud of either of them!

A few pics of the Turtles v. the Gold Medallions… D is the cutest one of course, and has the number two on his back. ;)

Green.

I am solar-powered. As a shaper friend recently reminded me, we all are, but surely everyone is beyond tired of hearing me and everyone else complaining of the ridiculously consistent below average North Florida winter temps.

But The Great Heating Lamp in The Sky is beginning to warm up and incubate us all again. As of March 1 my generous and considerate husband and I started the growing season out right. Sweet Valerie, who recently birthed the sweetest little boy, Emerson, gave us a Topsy Turvy for Christmas. I’d always wanted to try out one of these things, and so Monday I visited our local Home Depot to pick up a Better Boy tomato plant and some organic fertilizer and garden soil.

Daddy put the ‘mater growing gadget together while Donovan and I raked up about a four square foot plot of Earth in the backyard for coriander and cilantro seeds.  Last week I ordered some alfalfa seeds, along with Plumeria and Angel’s Trumpets. My goal is to have something blooming year round. There’s a Dogwood tree I’ve been eyeballing for a few days now down at the local grocery store, and I’m sure if I venture over to the plant farm a few miles away I’ll find more stuff than our budget cares to consider.

And the toys, oh, the lonely, dusty toys.

Hopefully my post next week (hey, notice, I’m trying to write more often than once a season) will reflect the glorious weekend we’re going to have,  as Sunday is supposed to get up to 64! Usually 64 is, by my usual standards, freezing. But I think I’ve actually grown thicker skin, or blood, or something. I have become a broken record and my creativity is so stifled. I’m very much looking forward to having something other to talk and write about other than the weather. Yawn!