Relapse.

Curt was graciously given a pair of beautiful pumas for Christmas. (thanks mom :) )

These pumas have caused a major relapse for Curt. He cannot think of anything else besides soccer. His mind is gradually becoming more and more consumed by this game. It is starting to take over his life!

This was our conversation this morning:
"Curt, do you want your warm, masculine robe?"-me
"why that is a wonderful idea."-Curt
"Here you go honey."-Me
"Thank you so much....I want soccer"-Curt

This is pretty much the basis for all our conversations. Ever single subject is referred back to soccer...the weather (he wishes it was spring so he can play soccer), school (he wants school to be over so he can play soccer), milk (it's white like his soccer shoes), sleep (he dreams about soccer).


I have called the doctor several times. He doesn't know what to do. I'm worried for his well being. Soon he won't be able to function. He will enter into a soccer coma!


I have a secret though. I think about it just as much. Spring please come.

Much Aniticipated Moment.

So, for the past six weeks I have been painfully tormented by the fact that I could not participate in one of my most favoritest, most beloved recreational activities. I would get in a super grumpy mood when Curt would head out every Wednesday night, leaving me and my flimsy ankles behind. I would get even more grumpy when he would come home sweaty and exhausted, telling me how fun it was and all the great plays that occured. But last night I took a risk and headed out with Curt, anxious to slip into my cleats and run with a ball. Any ball, I didn't care. I just wanted to play. And I did.
Seriously, Wednesday night pick-up games are the highlight of our week. What more can you ask for that a bunch of people playing the sport they love, soccer. It's beautiful. It's not everyday you find people who don't know each other, uniting together with one purpose, to win. I love it. Curt loves it. I never want to lose it again.