The poor kid just can’t seem to get a break. It was 75 degrees earlier this week, yet, today it was 38 degrees with gale force winds. It was so dang cold and windy that my eyes watered the entire time we were out on the field.
The odds were stacked against Carter this week. Not only was it frigging cold, but (because of the cold) the coaches decided to essentially skip the practice part and just play the game so we could all go home sooner. Yep, they skipped the one part of the whole ordeal that Carter really enjoys.
Coach Pat, Bennett, Carter, and Austin
Carter wasn’t too excited to play and preferred to be on the sidelines on my lap. Truthfully, I preferred when he was on my lap, too. It kept me much, much warmer.
Right now the forecast for next Saturday is 65 degrees and partly sunny. My fingers are crossed that we actually get that weather. If so, I have high hopes for Carter and soccer.
No comments:
Post a Comment