We're Crazy

Only a crazy family will drive 5 hours round trip to sit and watch a family member play a 90 minute soccer game.  But, it was good family time.  Rarely are we all together at the same time, doing the same thing.  It was good; especially knowing that the time is soon coming when we will not all be together often.  Since Mike was speeding making good time, we stopped at an overlook, where a gracious lady patiently took a well-needed family picture.

Then, my patient children allowed me to take their picture.

Why is it so difficult for everyone to look at the camera at the same time?  Is that really too much to ask?  I just want happy faces for 2 minutes, please!  Appease me.

We made it to the fields, hung out on the bleachers eating apple pie bites until the game started.

And, as always, there is the interesting journey to the public toilet facilities at these soccer fields.  Sometimes it is the port-a-potty, which my girls are terrified of and only use in desperation.  Other times, like yesterday, we had a wonderful 20-stall bathroom at the local high-school stadium at our disposal.  Joy had to go.  I had just taken her 10 minutes earlier.  But, you know...she had to go again...more.  She and I made the trek to the humongous bathroom.  I sat her in her stall, headed next door myself.  Joy, loudly making it known what she was doing, let me know she was done.  Now, Joy is a tiny girl.  She's not yet his the 30 pound mark for her 5 1/2 years.  I'm not sure if the toilets were on a sensor or not, but the thing just kept flushing over and over.  She is so tiny, she cannot get off by herself (plus the fact that she's not allowed to touch ANYTHING in a public bathroom makes it difficult to just hop off).  She kept screaming, "IT KEEPS FLUSHING!".  Poor girl.  By the time I made to her, it had flushed quite loudly 5 times.  She was not happy.  I'm hoping it makes her think twice about using a public facility again.

My tiny girl, Joy.

Rare mother/daughter photo.

Don't these guys look ridiculous?  Seth is the lone blue guy, the only one who looks like he is working.

Now, I have to decide if I want to make another 2.5 hour drive tomorrow to watch Seth play on a different team.  I know the kiddos will be miserable if I take them, but I really want to go.  Anyone want to swing by and watch my 4 youngest?