the end of August brought about an exciting development for our oldest.
case in point:
we have a soccer player in our midst, y’all, and it’s pretty much the cutest thing i’ve ever seen. just look at this cheeseball!
L is partaking in a six-week local soccer camp, which emphasizes learning the basics of soccer {with parents helping out, which Jord just adores!} while having a whole lot of fun. for example, L’s first session of camp involved pretending that he was an astronaut in space that dribbled the soccer ball from planet to planet. in other words, he had a BLAST – and came home exhausted. win-win.
a few more pictures of our little athlete, because i can’t resist:
and, just so you don’t think that our littlest is getting slighted, he’s a big fan of his soccer-playing brother as well…
…trust me. he may be sleeping here, but he LOVES it when the soccer ball crashes into him, but not quite as much as he loves smacking the top of the ball with his hands.
all jokes aside, it’s clear, though, that for our sweet Q, nothing in the world beats watching big brother do anything.
