Friday night was the kids’ first soccer game. Except that we call them “playdays” instead of games because we practice for 30 minutes or so then play a short game. The kids started out by practicing by jumping over some cones.
A coach from the soccer club showed up to lead the kids through some exercises, then the kids played a game.
Looks like the kids had a great time, doesn’t it? Now, the kids keep telling us that they had a great time. But the photos above misrepresent things just a bit. . . .
Let’s start with this photo:
That’s Henry. Holding on to my leg for dear life.
He was there for quite a while.
And here’s what the kids did when they first saw those orange cones they were supposed to jump over.
Well, that’s what the girls were doing.
Henry was holding onto my leg.
And then here’s what the kids were doing as the other kids were being led through some exercises.
While the kids were doing everything except what they were supposed to be doing, Penelope decided to start kicking the soccer ball around a bit herself.
Seriously. Penelope would totally have gone out there and done everything that the kids were supposed to be doing.
There was this one moment with Henry, though, when I thought he was going to get in on some action in the soccer game.
He was accidentally standing on the soccer field during the game. And the kids started getting closer and closer to him.
I started getting excited. I mean really excited. He was practically going to be in the middle of the pack of kids playing soccer. He may even accidentally touch the soccer ball! They got closer. And closer. And closer. . . .
And he ran.
Toward us.
As fast as he could go.
Oh well. We’ve got lots more games. At least the kids had fun and can’t wait for the next game!
