A Little of This, A Little of That on Pajama Sunday

Is there anything better than hearing rain on the roof on a Sunday morning?

Shelby thinks not.

We all slept in this morning.  That never happens anymore.  Bliss.  

Yesterday was busy.  Saturday = soccer (and so does Sunday, these days.  But not today, thank you for the rain, MoNa).  But I digress.  

Arden's soccer game was at 9AM yesterday morning.  It was a great game - evenly matched teams.  We won 1-0.

This has been an interesting season thus far.  Her current coaches tend to move the kids around to different position each time they are on the field.  Here is Arden playing goalie.  It is not her strength.  I can't take the pressure of her being goalie.  Happily no one scored on her yesterday.  (Yes, they are 8, and yes, I still take this seriously.  I'm working on it.)

Arden is an interesting player.  She's an extremely strong defensive player, but she is also aggressive when it comes to offense and as long as she doesn't get swept up in her fancy footwork attempts is a force to be reckoned with.  And, now that we've been running together her stamina has increased substantially so she can run hard for as long as necessary.

Basically what we learned yesterday is that center fielder is the right position for her.  A little of this, a little of that.  If only they would let her play this position at all times.  Equal opportunity rotation is no longer necessary (in my humble and right opinion).  I thought, for about 35 seconds, about offering to coach her team next season.  But then I remembered that: 1) I know jack about soccer and 2) I sometimes forget it's about the fun.  (I swear, I'm working on it.)

She was surrounded by lots of gold jerseys much of yesterday's game.  One of the kids kept grabbing her jersey.  Not gonna lie, love that they have refs this year to call this stuff!

After soccer we headed to Windrush Farms for the Special Olympics Equestrian event.  Arden's Pony Club provides food every year for this event, so this was A's first experience in volunteering.  She loved it.  She shooed me away - she's way too old to need me around.  

We decided to host Dora's horse people to organize around Lola, the stolen horse (more on that in a separate post).  We had 3.5 hours in between deciding this and getting the house ready and food prepped.  The troops came and are mobilized.  We will get Lola back to Dianne, her rightful owner.  Stay tuned.