Hand-me-downs

Before we talk hand-me-downs, I'll give an update on Cole's soccer career. I left work early on Monday to watch Cole play soccer. The first five minutes or so he did pretty well. He hustled and even scored a goal. The rest of the time he did not do much. He kinda just stood around, didn't play defense and then quit with five minutes left in the game because he had to go to the bathroom. I'm hoping he will start stepping up his game.

Surprisingly this picture was taken around noon the same day as the picture below of Kristin freezing at the soccer game.

It was cold at Cole's soccer game, so Kristin bundled up in Hen's jacket. I'm sure she won't embarrass the boys in the future.

Cole is also taking swim lessons. He has been telling me he is being brave.

So, we recently had a hand-me-down disaster. We got Cole a pair of new shoes, but didn't get Henry a pair as Cole's Puma's are still in great shape. I also got some new kicks I'm pretty excited about. Anyway, I opened the box and made a joke about getting the wrong size shoe and then Cole realized they were really for him. All was good until Henry started getting excited and digging in the box, asking about his new shoes. We lied, "Uh oh, they must have forgotten to pack yours." He made such a sad, disappointed face. I felt horrible. I don't know what we were thinking. We obviously should have discretely given Cole his new shoes. Kristin wants to just box up Cole's old shoes for Hen, but that seems like it is even more mean and totally obvious. 

Hen was so disappointed, I'm thinking we may just have to skip hand-me-downs. That is really going to suck for him over the years.