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Lucy is the only one of our kids playing soccer- Bowden would rather run around the field while she practices, playing with his other friends that aren't playing.

Miles is just too little to play on a team.

Bowden took some time away from his busy play-schedule to show Miles his moves.



Lucy gets so excited about playing- she's covering her mouth here as she waits for the ball.
I love soccer season because it's so social. In fact, we almost didn't have anyone playing, but I didn't want to miss out on the time at the field...I don't know what that says about me. At least, I don't know what this says about me that could be good. Ah, well.

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al'xae said…
What about softball? I though the goal was to procreate a softball team...
sarah said…
What team has only four people? Or six? We're going to be that team, I think.
al'xae said…
Ooh! They can be a bobsled team!

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