Soccer Update

This past Saturday my boys had their third soccer games of the season. Milo's game was first and although I missed part of the game (due to the Walk for Life), Milo seemed to be playing well. A number of times Milo managed to wrestle the ball from the horde of four and five-year-olds (I might run the other way if faced with such a pushing, shoving, and kicking bunch), deftly prevented the ball from going out of bounds, dribbled the ball all the way up the field to the goal, and kicked the ball strongly to his teammates. It was cool to watch him! When he wasn't busting such fabulous moves Milo was dancing on the field (no joke--sort of a cross between cheering and dance team) or he was on the sidelines stuffing himself with snacks. 'Cause if you're not playing you might as well be eating, huh?



Calder's game was rescheduled to noon. This is an unfortunate time of the day for three-year-olds. As you may recall from my earlier soccer post, Calder is somewhat of a stalwart on the field. Rock, immovable object, pain in the *** also come to mind. Anyhoo, Calder TOTALLY SURPRISED us and actually played the game of soccer for about a minute or two. We watched, dumbstruck (and probably slack jawed), as Calder ran after the ball, kicked the ball, and chased other players on the field (without leaving his designated field), all with a smile on his face.



As I said, however, this lasted momentarily and shortly thereafter, Calder took a break on the field, bent over to sit down, and in doing so, the ball hit and bounced off him (thereby staying in bounds). Calder was unfazed and proceeded to continue to sit down and take his much needed rest. When he wasn't resting on the field, he was doing so on the sidelines. Justin carried him back onto the field a couple of times and then we just gave up. At least we got Calder to stay to watch the rest of the game. Really, that was an effort. And, we at least now have some hope that he'll eventually, maybe, like to play soccer or another sport. Maybe.



Zola was a champ on the sidelines. Justin's already picked out some pink cleats for her debut on the field in two years or so. Or was that me?