Soccer Saturday

So we signed Owen up for soccer. It is the “pee wee” variety where they practice a little, play a little, warm-up a little and get drinks often.

I find it hard at times to understand the thoughts of a 4 year-old and how they can get bored so easily. If there wasn’t something going on, Owen was headed in another direction. I swear he has the attention span of a hummingbird.

They (meaning the instructors) asked all the kids what their favorite part of soccer was. Owen says having his mommy, me-mah, and daddy watch him . . . he is such a glory hog. Once he finds out that by scoring a goal will not only make his family happy, but the families of everyone else on his team, there will be no stopping him. I can see it now, Terrell Owens type celebrations . . . soaking in the adulation.

We will see how soccer goes, we have shin guards (even thought his shins are only about 6 inches big) and a new soccer ball. At least he seemed more interested in group play this time as compared to basketball last winter. He actually kicked the ball a few times, which is good progress. Now if only he can make it through a practice without 12 water breaks.