The exact moment I realized she was mine.

Have I mentioned Caroline was playing soccer?

Yes. Was.

Many weeks of being excited. Many minutes picking the perfect cleats. Many miles looking for stupid shin socks (btw never found them). It all came down to 60 minutes on the field.

60 minutes and she was over it.

It is official, she HATES soccer. One practice and the kid hates soccer.

I was having mixed emotions about being a soccer mom anyway. The whole soccer mom/minivan/mom jeans stigma was making me nervous. I had a vision of myself in a minivan with a magnetic soccer ball on the back. In my vision, I was wearing mom jeans and had bangs. Scary.

Maybe Caroline sensed my apprehension. I know Carrie did when she read my facebook status about the situation. She was all... "Hailey, you are going to love it. Caroline is going to love it. It is so much fun." Nope. Wrong.

All I know is, Caroline would not let Ryan leave her side.

Everyone kept saying... "Oh, who is the assistant coach out there"... "I wonder who the assistant coach out there is?"

NEWS FLASH... definitely NOT the assistant coach. That's just my husband, people. My kid is the one screaming every time the other children come near her. She will not let him leave her side. Thanks for the concern.

Later she told us she was scared that the other boys were going to push her down. Ryan admitted that they were pretty big kids. (Most of the boys were 6. Caroline just turned 4) He also admitted that one of the little boys could more than likely beat him at a game of soccer. Therefore, we didn't make her go back.

"What do you want to do? Dance? Cheerleading?" I asked.

"Umm... just pottery. I just want to do pottery."

It was just verification that she actually is my child. I'm not a very athletic person. I cheered for 6 years and loved it. However, I never played soccer, softball, etc.

It was also relieving to know that I am still a normal, jeep driving, minivan hating, low rise jean wearing mama.

As for those magnetic soccer balls... they can kiss my ass. My kid wants to paint pottery.

PS- Carrie, I have a magnetic soccer ball for you. I also sense a minivan in your future. Let me just say though, you are the prettiest/coolest soccer mom I know.

Tennis and soccer.

Caroline has a new favorite sport

In the past few days she has decided she would like to take up tennis as a hobby.

Why you ask? Because her dad likes watching women's tennis... especially Caroline Wozniacki.


He says... and I quote..."It is much more interesting than men's tennis. The men just hit it back and forth."

Ok. Just admit that you like watching in-shape girls bouncing around a tennis court in a short skirt. I'm totally ok with that. Don't lie though. Tennis is tennis. FYI: Men AND women hit it back and forth. Duh!

Anyway, back to Caroline. Lafone not Wozniacki.

I told her to come lay down in our bed in hopes that she would go to sleep quickly.

I turned the TV on and of course it was on ESPN {Why are men addicted to this station?}

Caroline Wozniacki was playing some Kim girl.

Caroline {Lafone} was so excited.

"That Caroline. Like me. Caroline." she says as she pats her chest in a very proud way.

"Which one is she?" I asked.

Caroline gets up out of the bed so that she can touch the TV to point to her. "Right there, Mom. That Caroline like me." She totally rolled her eyes while saying this as if I was crazy for not knowing who Caroline was.

"Well who is the other girl?" I asked.

"I don't know," she replied.

"Her name is Kim." No, I didn't really know it. I had heard the announcer say her name.

"Like Papa. Ken, like Papa."

"No Caroline, not like Papa. Papa's name is KeNNNNN not KiMMMMMM."

"Uh-huh. But that Caroline like me!"

Her dad has totally brain-washed her.

That's ok. When does soccer season start? We will be watching every game David Beckham plays. You know, because men's soccer is much more interesting than women's because the women just kick the ball around.