Bits of my weekend, Vol 23 (Labor Day Weekend!)

**This post is roughly a month late, but it's my site, so I'll blog if I want to, blog if I want to, blog if I want to. You would blog to if it happened to you.

Friday night we went to the Lafayette Square bike race.


Then off to the Seibels for Smores! It was cool enough for jackets!



Saturday we spent the morning at a local sculpture park.





Saturday evening was the annual Bolla Tournament 2010. Look out.

The Mrs. Mohr/Moore team's alleged winners pic.


If you think my awkwardness is odd, know that it's a with a deep sense of commitment that I stay loyal to my role in this pic. See below, circa 6+ years ago:

Sunday! I often refer to the Seibels on this here blog. They are our family (not biologically) in St. Louis and we adore them. This weekend was a rare occasion in that all four kids were home. Pic of the Seibs plus a couple extras...

And then there's this kid...

parenting genius.

So, a bit more explanation on the soccer deal is needed. Last fall we put E-beast in gymnastics. It was $40 for 8 weeks. Fine. That’s worth it to me. This fall we looked into the 8 week soccer program. The price of all the programs we found was over $100. Really? 8 weeks, no games, no uniforms, a gaggle of 4 year olds learning how to kick a ball for over $100? David Beckham better be the coach. (I might be over-reacting slightly. Or maybe I just want to spend my Saturday mornings with that soccer candy.) So we left the flyers sitting on the dining room table.

Fast forward to a birthday party for a 4yr old friend where Russ brings up the topic w/ a friend who has 2 boys around E’s age. They hatch a brilliant plan. Brilliant. She found an open field for 8 weeks on Saturdays, found 2 high school soccer players who have run clinics before and were free those 8 weeks and sent the interest email. Within a week, we formed our own soccer program. And now, Eliot’s learning age-appropriate soccer skills for just $15. Learning soccer skills while taking breaks to locate helicopters. Cuz that’s what you do when you’re four. But not for $100.

Futbol.

The Sights.

Tornado in Manhattan, courtesy of Katetastrophy (also found in Guatemala.)




















And that, my friends, concludes my NY posts. If you made it all the way through, you deserve some sort of medal or badge or knock-off handbag or something.