I signed the kids up for the Little Kickers program at our local YMCA. They learn basic soccer skills and it's a good introduction to semi-organized sports (read: chaos.)
Both kids were SO excited all week about going to soccer. We bought new, manure-free tennis shoes. I packed snacks and bottled water. We made it to the field on time. And then Claire grabbed my leg, stuck her finger in her mouth, and hid.
Cole was a little timid for about 2 minutes, then he ran to the field, grabbed his soccer ball, and started practicing.
The coaches introduced all the kids and did their best to get Claire involved, but she was still busy doing this.
Meanwhile, Cole was doing stretches, dribbling, baby kicks, running, and loving every minute of it.
Doesn't he look like the leader of a little soccer gang?
And ball handling.
And yes, even more of this.
I was so proud of Cole for going out and participating. He's not the most social child. I honestly expected him to be hiding behind me and Claire out kicking the ball. But that would have made sense. And leave it to kids to keep you guessing.
