The beginning of summer, we spent our time sitting and watching this:

The middle of summer, we spent our time sitting and watching this:

And now, can you guess how we’re going to spend our time the END of this summer?

(this was that jumping-and-rolling-over-your-teammate exercise, which as far as I’m concerned, they all looked a little like Tuck and Roll from the Bug’s Life movie, if you ask me. Kellen is in the red shirt, and I can’t decide if he’s getting the hang of diving over his friend, or if he’s having a seizure.)

I’m not complaining, I’m really not. Kellen is fit and healthy and happy and loves it. And to be completely truthful, I was born and raised in Oklahoma, where football reigns, and there is no better Friday night past-time. It’s the sport I love most … its the one sport where I actually understand all the rules. Quite frankly, I’m GLAD he’s finally playing on a team, even if it means we do have to take a break from his beloved soccer. Football feels right ….. it feels like home.

Of course, I’m also fairly certain after all these months of sitting and watching my son play sports, although HE will be in great shape, I will probably acquire a wretched case of permanent chair-butt, and my END will have to be explained on my headstone some day …. as in, “Here lies Big-Butt Kristie Escoe, who needed two spaces in the graveyard just to fit her rear end ….. but by golly, she never missed a game.”

Although … wait. What’s that? Do you see?

Do you see the one thing that might get me through the rest of this summer and fall ???? Ahhhhhhhhh, that’s why I love my hometown. At least it will be easy to get my DDP fix while he’s at practice.