Wassup, fellow nerds. In honor of my daddy's soccer team making it to State, I sported their team t-shirt 8 sizes too hobo-ish and my pants 8 inches to high-ish with a little "tuck-in" action. Here's how my "vacation" to State went...
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My mom, Alecia, Reese and myself arrived to the soccer game and to my surprise PETE was there! He got to meet baby Reese!
Here's a pic of me in an "athletic trainer sandwich". Mom thought she could "corral" me by placing me in between them and offering me all sorts of goodies...
...although I appreciated and enjoyed the delicious snacks, I soon grew bored and ventured out on the bleachers to see what kind of trouble I could stir up. I quickly found a group of crazy teens cheering for daddy's team. I called them the "good guys" because they liked the Warriors. Anyhoo. This picture doesn't do justice to just how much I got into their business. I soon weaseled my by in the middle of their cluster and kissed, high fived, bragged about my baby sister and ipad, and even went waaaaaaaaaay overboard and spanked their booties. Alecia, Pete, and my mom thought I was getting a little too friendly so I had to go back to the "athletic trainer sandwich"
(Look closely...I'm in the back!)
Unfortunately daddy's team didn't win the soccer game. Daddy was pretty upset. I think his eyes are closed in this picture so we wouldn't see his tears. Chin up, dad!
I thought the players could use some advice cheering up.
I showed them how to get the job done for next time by demonstrating with my daddy.
It was getting late by the time this was over so we all ate dinner. I helped feed Reese. This was the first time I had ever given her a bottle. She would rather have done it herself and kept trying to grab it. I laughed at this although it was rather rude the more I think about it!
After waiting approximately 30 minutes, it was time to swim. Thank goodness Alecia is super duper nice. My mom is a dud and said she wasn't going to be seen in public in a swimming suit. She's a party pooper for sure.
Note to others: It's tricky to get wet swim trunks on after a potty break. Again, thank goodness for Alecia!
Reese was pretty bummed that she couldn't go swimming with us until we dipped her toes in. She didn't care so much for the artic temperature of the water...
To make sure she didn't feel left out, we let her try on my new goggles. I think she appreciated the kind gesture. I'm just that kinda guy!
After all that splishing and splashing it was time to relax in our jammies. Mom thought it'd be a good time to get a photo of Reese and myself. I thought it was a good time for mom to MOVE OUT OF MY WAY so I could finish watching my cartoons...
It wasn't much longer before we all passed out from pure exhaustion...
The rest of the night's story is quite crazy. Really. We were all sleeping in the pitch dark hotel room when all of a sudden the most annoying noise came from this device:
Mom and dad were freaking out and yelling at each other. I heard dad yell "HELP, Lisa! Turn that off!" Eventually the chaos ended. But not for long... exactly 13 minutes later the most forceful knocking I'd ever heard was at the door. Mom and dad ignored it for a bit but then daddy stomped toward the door. He was about to kick some major high school soccer player's booty for knocking on our door and potentially waking up us kids! Good thing he kept his yapper shut! It was the POLICE! I began to panic. I said a little prayer, "Dear lord, please make these police go away...I promise to never pee in the pool again..."
They had their rubber gloves on and their flashlights out searching our room! Someone had called 911 from our hotel room asking for help?!
This was quite a confusing ordeal for everyone. We still don't have it figured out. We can only possibly think that daddy knocked the phone off the hook while trying to get the alarm off and they heard him asking for my mommy's help. But what are the chances of him hitting "9-9-1-1"? Maybe we should play the lottery this week?
Anyhoo- no one got arrested. We're cool. They still don't believe us that we didn't call for help though!
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The next day I went shopping with Alecia, Reese and mommy. Look! Alecia and I were twinsies!
Mom spent 7 bucks for me to ride in a fire truck around the mall. I may never make it to college if she keeps doing silly things like that! After all, I'm sure it'd have been more fun chasing me around all afternoon, right?!
Don't go thinking 7 bucks is too much for this rig. It came with high safety ratings. See!?
I'm not one to listen though...
So there you have it. State 2013. We didn't win the game but definitely won some awesome memories and had a great time. As they often say for the Cubbies, "There's always next year..."
-Max
Love,
Lis
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