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Monday, November 9, 2009

Wettest hour

I can pretty much guarantee you that the single wettest hour of Saturday was from 10:45 to 11:45 AM. Now, how would a mom know such a thing? I bet you can guess: soccer.

From the moment we left our home until the moment we got back to the van after the game, it poured rain. Emily's coach talked the other coach into playing a 15 minute first half, and I believe the second half was called off when the second girl on our team got mud in her eyes and ended up in tears. The field was a total mud pit!

When we arrived at the field, I wondered why on earth I had thought it was a good idea for Abby to join us on this adventure. But then I had a stroke of pure genius: Carson's stroller and rain-fly. Abby huddled for the entire game inside her own little cacoon. When we got back to the van she was bone dry from head to toe.

As usual, I didn't have my camera with me, but these are Em's clothes after the fact. The only reason you can see any gray on her shorts is that she wore her rain jacket, which hangs pretty long, under her jersey for the whole game. I guess it was a good teaching moment in how we don't melt in the rain!

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