Yes, I am happy to admit it. I drive a mini-van and as of this weekend, I am officially a soccer mom. And of course, it is wonderful.
Drew began a fall season with 'pee-wee kickers' on Saturday afternoon. Watching three-year-olds chase the ball and try to figure out how exactly to play soccer is nothing short of entertaining.
It dawned on me what a challenge this will be for the coaches. As parents, we have tried so hard to teach our children to share, and now we're telling them that it is okay to try to steal the ball away from the other guy?? Mommy - I sure wish you'd make up your mind as to what I'm supposed to do!
So our coach kept things simple at first, with questions like, "Who is on the blue team?" You can tell these three are!
Of course, Dan and I should have realized when we signed Drew up for soccer, that there was another little one that we should be considering too. A certain little boy named Owen who, although he didn't meet the age requirements for soccer (kids were supposed to be three years old), would not be pleased if his older brother got to play soccer and he didn't. He really let it be known on Saturday that he wanted to play soccer too. He was so upset that Grandma Patti had to come and pick him up.
The good news is that rules are meant to be broken and with only a quick call to the director of the sports association, we have our Owen signed up for soccer and already decked out with new shin guards of his own. Look out 'pee-wee-kickers!' Here comes a motivated little two-year-old!
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
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That picture of Owen is just too much. Are they going to miss soccer next week? Maybe TJ and I need to take them!
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