I've met the real Santa three times now: once at my school, once downtown and once at Oakridge. I'm pretty sure that makes us acquaintances now - we'll find out on the Big Day I suppose.
The weather has been amazing this Fall - sure it's been cold, but it has barely rained at all. That means loads of playing outside. I'm pretty sure the older I get the more energy I have - I can barely stop to take a breath (I hear my parents complain about it quite a bit, but they're coming around).
We're playing our original Saturday Soccer now, and Coach Glyn has always preferred outdoors, which is awesome. (I promise that there are other kids here off camera getting a drink - this is not a personal camp set up by my Dad.) There must be a million balls to choose from at Soccer, but I still get pretty clingy to whichever one I've chosen. My Dad insisted on me posting this particular picture as he's excited that I've kicked the ball so hard that I'm airborne. It's a good thing I like soccer...