Matt and I decided to see how Sanders would do with soccer, so we went and bought him some cleats and a ball. His first "game" isn't until the end of September and Im sure there will be more day dreaming and picking grass than actual kicking of the ball.
I can't believe this "big brother" is old enough to play now!
On a different note, I can't believe Sanders is old enough to communicate verbally with me. I tell him daily that I don't want him to grow up...and he tells me "I have to grow up mommy." Even at times when I tell him not to do something, he will say "don't say that to me mommy, please." The fact that he asks me politely not to say something makes me want to laugh then and there, but I have to hold my composure and tell him that he's being disrespectful. I could squeeze and hug and play and rough house and so many more things... I wish I could bottle up this time forever!
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