This is Eldest's fourth year playing Pop Warner football. (Which? Holy crap - he's only in third grade.) But oh, how far he's come! His games are actually, dare I say, exciting to watch this year. Weighing in at a whopping 58 pounds (the second lightest on his team) and being matched up against hulking 90-pounders, Eldest definitely can hold his own. His motto? HIT OR BE HIT.
He's been doing some quarterbacking...
Hubby is coaching Eldest's team again for the 3rd year in a row. He looooves being a coach. For real. His nickname? The Child Whisperer.
And Middle. They have him on defense. And he's actually getting it. He zeroes in on the guy with the ball and just goes for it! It's fun to watch.
We are basically living at the football field these days. Practices are Tuesday (little boys), Wednesday (both teams), Friday (Eldest) and Saturday morning (Eldest). Games are on Sunday mornings.
Honestly, though? I don't mind it so much this year. It's my Social Hour(s). I sit and chat with the other moms. We have a pretty tight-knit group of "football family" and dammit, we make it FUN. Bleacher butt and all.
Let's put it this way. I won't be sad to see November come.
This Football Mama is tired!