Since Zach turned 3 this summer and was now old enough to join his first season of soccer, we decided to sign him up on a team. Eli started at 3 also, on the same team. Little Kicks. Its more of a camp style that teaches them the beginnings of sports and lasts about 8 weeks, every saturday morning. Our very first practice Zach took off running with his team and coach. I was so proud of my brave little baby. But my brave little baby quickly melted...and every saturday since that day, its been the same exact story line. We get to practice all amped up and ready to play, run to the team...play and stretch for about 5 -10 minutes...and then MELT DOWN. I think we've decided that maybe he's not the sports nutt that brother Eli is. Zach can run around the house all day long and not get tired, but put him on a team and all the sudden he's couch potato city. So where we push Eli to do sports, because he loves them....I dont think we'll push Zach much anymore unless he asks us to. He may just end up a Drama and Choir boy like his Daddy was and put his sports career in his past. We'll see, we never know. Because even though it was a fight at practices, he was so proud to brag to friends and family that he plays soccer now. So here is what every saturday played out like:
Time to stretch
Playing red light green light with the ball
Go Zach Go..nice job! He's the one on the far left
And were done....
No really...he's done for the day. He's "tired". 15 minutes complete..dont even try to bribe him to play more. He goes totally noodle legs on you when you try.
So Ive decided theres nothing wrong with going to college as a Drama major. He could be our next Brad Pitt. ;)
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