Look, an orange cloud

Aidan has a soccer jamboree tomorrow. If you ask me what a jamboree is I will tell you just what I told him this morning when he asked me..."I don't know?" They will meet to have their pictures taken in the morning and there will be "some songs" and "some food to buy" from what we have been told. It is the official kick-off of the soccer teams, but how "some songs" and "some food" are going to take up the time from 8:30 am-"afternoon" I don't quite know.

He got his soccer uniform last night and is very happy to have it. It is his favorite color, red, but #2 and not number 5 which is his favorite number. His favorite number just went from 4 to 5 as it is always his current age. Thankfully the favorite color is much more important to him, and the red covers up the terrible-ness of the 2.

Alora is so funny about her favorite color. It is usually the color green that she likes...thankfully not red too, as we only have one red plate and one red cup and one red pillow and one red several other things, that Aidan always claims to his possession. Last night at soccer practice she was standing in my lap looking at the clouds. One happened to be orange as the sun was setting and she noticed it..."Look, an orange cloud!". We were discussing colors and I asked her what her favorite color was and she said, "orange". I asked her what other color she liked, expecting her to mention the green that is usually her favorite and she said blue. Fickle, she is!

I am really hoping that they make the soccer fields a no fly zone on the days when we have games...every Tuesday and Thursday the whole month of October. Every time a small plane from the local airport flies over, eight little faces and fingers point up to the sky to look. They forget everything they should be doing and stop to look. Alora last night at practice asked if the plane going overhead could touch her finger. I told her no. It proceeded to fly across the sunset sky and as it disappeared from view she said she wanted it to come back to her. Such a little ego on her...she thinks the planes fly in the sky for her, the clouds turn orange for her enjoyment and the sky is blue for the same purpose. And she is partly right. God made all that wonder and beauty for our eyes, our eyes to see it. What a wonderful gift and blessing.