Soccer mother of the year, I will never be.

Oliver is done with soccer! Can we please get Quasimodo to ring the bell? Perhaps even employ the fake town crier that announced the new prince?

The things I learned from attempting to be a Soccer Mom:

-- most Soccer Moms (and Dads) suck and want their child to score no matter whom they push down in the process.

-- I was just happy to see my kid running. I didn't even care if he was running in the wrong direction, at least running and HAVING FUN was going on.

-- I may have been a mom at soccer but I will never be a SOCCER MOM!

Come on! I am FAR too darn awesome to EVER be a SOCCER MOM. Band Mom? Yep. Dance Mom? Of course. (But not those crazy ladies!) Gymnastics Mom? Naturally. Theatre Mom. Uh huh (But NEVER a Stage Mom!) PTO Mom? Darn tootin'! But never, ever, EVER a SOCCER MOM! Even if he plays soccer in the spring, I shan't be a SOCCER MOM!

But, here are some required cute Oliver pictures.

Getting his trophy!

His BFFs being all cute.

All of the Sparks and their trophies!

Hooray!! No more of this crap!!!