Here is a picture of us trying to get Nicky ready for practice. The putting on of the socks is no easy feat (pun intended), and we laughed so hard as he looked at us like we were crazy people trying to get them over the bulky shin-guards (with no help from him I might add)!
All ready to go...
Showing off his mad skills...
- what deez socks?! (said while we were trying to put the super-tight and way too big socks on him as he sat like a limp piece of celery)
- deez shoes fancy!!! (after we finally got his big ol' Fred Flintstones shoved into the narrow, pointy cleats)
- i go home watch tv? (after 10 minutes playing BEFORE the coach even arrived)
After one minor grass picking incident, and one "wtf?!" moment (watching Nicky standing, bent over, resting his head on the ball, looking through his legs, while waiting his turn to practice shooting goals), we strapped Nicky into his booster seat. He asked "i do that agin sometime?". Absolutely son, bright and early Saturday morning as a matter of fact!