My Real Life

So, Monkey in the Middle started soccer this weekend.

Our town runs a Kindergarten soccer clinic where they learn the rules and play short scrimmages. Monkey Girl did this clinic when she was in Kindergarten. However, she was never interested in pursuing soccer, or any sport, for that matter. In her words, “I don’t like to sweat.”

Monkey in the Middle, however? Well, I think sometimes we should have named him “Sweat.” Not only does he not mind sweating, he does it just about every second of the day. He is definitely a warm-blooded little creature.

When Baby Monkey was born, Monkey in the Middle switched bedrooms to a lower level bedroom that used to be a garage. (Don’t worry, it’s a nice, finished functional room…don’t want you to think I have my children sleeping in a garage.) The downside of this room was that in the winter, at night, the room would get down to 48 degrees. That is not an exaggeration. Still, we’d come down at night and find him sleeping on top of the covers…sweating.

But, I digress… (as usual)

So, he was very excited to start soccer today. It was a little chillier than I thought it was going to be, so we decided to give him a turtleneck to wear under his soccer t-shirt. He didn’t have any that would look right with the red (according to Real Man…I was off teaching piano lessons) so he wore one of his sisters red turtlenecks.

The sleeves were just a tad too long.

However, they didn’t impede his incredible concentration.

Nor did they impede his incredible skill.

And, of course, they weren’t able to impede his incredible cuteness.

David Beckham, eat your heart out.  There’s a new soccer cutie in town.