Soccer

Chase had his first soccer "clinic" last week at the YMCA. He had a hard time waking up from his nap that day and was in a bit of a mood so he had a few "moments" where he didn't want to participate. Did I mention it was in the 90's? Yes, all signs on the road to soccer pointed to Meltdown City, USA. At one point, he ran down the hill for a "drill" and was told by the coach "no hands, remember?" in the nicest way possible and he started crying and asking why did she yell? Bless his heart, it was so pitiful. I think he heard the word "no" and that was it for him. He came around and eventually had a good time.

On our way home we had to walk back through a gym where a group of people in robes stood yelling VERY loudly and holding swords. Japanese samurai swordsmanship anyone? Yeah, I tried to play it up like it was just the funniest thing and said "oh, look, that's fun, they have on funny robes and feel like yelling!" I saw a very concerned face and then he said "yeah, and that's maybe a little bit scary." And then he started crying. He stopped once we were out of the gym but apparently they practice there every week so we decided to park in the back for next time! Yikes!

Here are some more pictures of our little soccer player!

That tongue is always out!

 taking a break

Score!