Oh soccer season, you have come and gone. Again.

I had plans to put Porter in a real soccer league all summer.  I wanted PG to be able to really learn the sport, to see if he really enjoyed playing it.  I had the super-professional website bookmarked and I was ready to sign him up the second registration opened.

And then I forgot.

Until I received a reminder on Facebook that the old neighborhood league he usually plays on was now open for registration.  I hurried over to my super-awesome soccer league... and they were full.  Crap!

So back to the neighborhood soccer team we go (I may or may not refer to them as the "hippie league" since they don't keep score and everyone wins a metal at the end of the season).  But the awesome part was that Porter got to be on his best buddy's team.  Yay!

Here is a condensed version of Porter's best moments... with only my favorite pictures.  Because it's my blog and I can, that's why.

   
Water break!

I really, really loved PG's coach this time.  He made sure to rotate the players through every position.  Porter happened to prefer the high-action ones.  He seemed to get a little bored as a sweeper and goalie...

Porter's cheering section...

And when Wyatt gets mad that he can't run around free-as-a-bird in the street?  Momma makes a phone call to Nana and let's Wyatt talk away to her :)

When you give your ten year old daughter your camera to take pictures, you get awesome shots such as these:

And 500 more just like them!

See what I mean?  Hippies! :)

And yes, my son is wearing a Rolling Stones hat.  I am a horrible mother.

Now that soccer is over, we are in heated debate over the next sport he'll be playing.. any suggestions for a ball-hogging six year old?

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

It's time for fall sports, people!  This season PG had a choice between soccer or baseball in our little neighborhood league. I was really pressuring him to play soccer.

He chose baseball (I'm pretty sure just to spite me).

 

   

Saturday was his first game, and Aunt Whit and Uncle Chris came out to watch.

 Whit brought her awesome new camera so we could get action shots from every angle.

I think Porter forgot how slow baseball is.  Seeing as how he looked pretty darn bored for 90% of the game.

Dad tried to sideline coach after they had to pull out the tee-ball stand for PG to hit off of.  Poor kiddo.

But he caught on pretty quick and started hitting like a champ.

Water break!

Good game, buddy!  Hopefully next season you choose football...

Not that I don't absolutely love watching you play baseball.

But seriously: football.

Allow me to introduce the future Mr. Beckham

I mean, look at those rippling biceps.

Porter Pot just finished off his neighborhood soccer season, and he is now ready to go pro.  Seriously, you best watch your back Oh Mighty David Beckham; Porter Merrill is up and coming.

He didn't care too much for being the goalie...

Not enough action there.  Also, he really, really just wanted to kick the dang ball (we may need to focus a little bit more on team playing and passing the ball).

And he may or may not be wearing his pajama shorts. We couldn't find his grey-and-black soccer ones, so he just went in what he slept in.

Desperate times, people.

He also already has his very own cheering section. 

As you can see, they were watching his every dynamic move on the field.

Good game, buddy!  Next season we're gonna put you in a more competitive league!

Down, Set...

My lil' Porter Pot has now taken his first step into the Man-world.

He's playing flag football.

Just look at that smile.

Today was his first day and he was so excited.  Last night he lined up his pants, shirt, shoes and hat across his dresser so that he would be all ready to go in the morning. 

Yes, I am well aware that he is wearing a hockey shirt to play football.  It was actually pretty chilly here this morning so he needed to wear a thermal. 

The coaches gathered all of the little dudes (and one dude-ette) together to explain some of the basic rules (no tackling).

They ran a few laps.

Stretched a bit

And then they actually got to hold a football.  It was like the heavens opened and angels sang down on these kiddos.

They ran a few drills (Coach is explaining what to do)

 They practiced throwing back and forth for a while (that was pretty entertaining), and then they divided the team into two mini-teams (the Sharks and the Minnows- now how is that fair?)  and started showing them how to play.

They had a hard time with it for a few plays, but then they got into the groove and started... ok.  So they never quite got it.  But they had fun running around after each other.

Then PG's mini-team (Minnows, btw.  I feel so cheated with the name) go to velcro on their belts.

Ready, RUN!

See this little girl?  She was the only girl on the team and I'm pretty sure the only one who had any idea of what she should be doing.

And she wanted one of Porter's flags.

So she chased him.  A lot.

And yes, she did finally get one.

And then she wanted more.

To say that Porter had an awesome time would be a great understatement.  Look at his face:

And I got an epic picture

Action shot, baby!

Oh, and Mr. Wyatt and Steph cheered Porter on with me.