Pee Wee Soccer

Soccer mom ready!  I might as well buy a mini van:)  I have been so excited for Milo to start playing soccer.  He's only three so we had a little bit of a hard time finding somewhere for him to play.  We finally found a league that is 3-on-3, no goalie.  Which is awesome.

 He got really excited about his soccer gear.  He insists that his socks are pulled up to his upper thigh and his shin guards took some convincing.  When I tried to strap them on him in Walmart, he wasn't too excited, but when I explained that they are "safety gear"  like construction workers wear, he was all smiles.  He even wore them to lunch after. 

Before the game he ran and ran.  He was so excited to meet all of his team and was so happy to have his friend Austin on our team.

Chris is being super dad and is coaching.  It's an ambitious job when you think about trying to direct seven 3 year olds not to steal the ball from each other and to score in not only the closest goal to you, but a specific goal.  I think it hit him that this might be a little tricky when they started stretching and he said, "reach up to the sky" -no problem. . . . and "touch your toes".  Some kids lifted their foot up and grabbed it.  Others sat on the ground and touched their toes. . . needless to say no one really stretched. . .

Milo loved practice. The city has it set up so the kids practice for 30 minutes and then their game directly follows.

Milo looked like such a stud.  I was so proud.

He kicked off. . . dribbled all the way down the field. . . scored a goal! . . . and then threw himself on the grass and started crying, "I'm too tired for soccer".   It was a proud moment.  He sat out the rest of the game and ate skittles on the sideline.  All in all a BIG success.

Here is also the awesome side story to his first big game.   These two little princesses were the mean girls of the night.  They refused to play and if Chris or their parents tried to get them to participate they would either start screaming, or they would whisper to each other behind their hands and glare at the coaches.  I never knew that two three year olds could be so hilarious to watch.  They had full on sass and more attitude than high school girls.