Why yes, I am the AntiSoccermom, what gave it away?

Before hitting the road this morning for our quirky tuba weekend in wine country, we had to make one quick stop for the girls' soccer class. Ro and Ree are in their second session of soccer right now, and I think we're all finally starting to get the hang of things. In the beginning, the girls HATED class, and I was about the worst soccer mom ever. Seriously. About halfway through the first class, the coaches suddenly blew whistles and yelled "water break!" A herd of sweaty kids streamed out the door and clustered near their efficient and well-prepared moms who handed out water bottles, juice boxes, fruit slices and the like. I stared into Ro and Ree's expectant faces, cringed at my lack of foresight, and dug around in my purse until I triumphantly found an old candy cane leftover from Christmas. I let them each suck a few times, then patted their bottoms and sent them back to the game. Yeah, I really did. Anyhow, so this morning (a morning when I actually did bring real water, in bottles, for our intrepid little soccer players), was really a good class. We only had tears once, and there was somewhat purposeful kicking of balls into goals. (whistle!) These aren't great pics, by the way, they're just snapshots, taken from pretty far away and on the low-light setting of my purse camera. But hey, they're fun to look at anyway. Wheeeeee. Love the kicking up of the heels: Oh my gosh, it cracks me up that Ro throws her arms out like this every time she traps the ball. Dribbling without hystrionics—wow that is some serious progress. Ree's full-body kicking style is just so Ree. Did someone say hand stamps?! Oooo oooo ooooo: Well would you look who we ran into on the way out?! After class we hopped in the car for our mini roadtrip. TubaDad is playing this weekend, and he found an awesome hotel that has a suite with a connecting door to another room. Can you even imagine the squeals of joy when the girls realized we had multiple phones and they could call each other from the bathroom?!!! Ah, the work of a musician's helper is never done... After doing heavy labor carrying that tuba stand, the girls and I sat in on TubaDad's dress rehearsal. They were playing a neat piece that had tons of percussion and tuba—bonus! I was hopping the whole time, though, making sure the girls stayed quiet (a task of monumental proportions when you're talking about Ro and Ree), handing out earplugs, finding dropped earplugs, doling out the treats one by one, keeping their feet off the seats in front of them, etc... It was kind of exhausting. Ro and Ree are definitely not demure symphony patrons at this point. We had a spectacular dinner, TubaDad went back to play to a packed house tonight, the girls are in bed snoring away, and I have a few quiet minutes to blog and wonder what the heck else I used to do in hotel rooms before the internet? PS: The pediatric dermatologist said she thought Ree's thumb was showing initial signs of infection, possibly a staph infection. She said it wasn't fungal, but might have started as dermatitis or excema (I researched fingertip excema and it looked/sounded pretty similar). She said we don't want to mess around with infection and put Ree on oral antibiotics and told us to go back to the antibacterial ointment and keep it on at all times and also keep her thumb covered/clean. I'm a little nervous about the diagnosis because she didn't spend a lot of time with us and I thought the last steroid cream (the one that Ree said stung) was actually making a little headway. But we're going to give it a shot for a few days and see if any progress is made. If we start going backwards again, we're going immediately to the office for another followup/discussion.