Sometimes the apple does fall far from the tree. I was never an athletic kid. I was always chosen last for kick ball and was the guaranteed weak link during the dreaded masochistic recess game of Red Rover. As far as playground pecking order goes, I was down on the totem pole along with the nerdy boy who was picked on by the playground bully for his milk money and the kid who wore coke bottle glasses.
But today my girl made her first official soccer goal AND it was the opening goal of the game. Was I present to witness this athletic feat? No, I stayed home with Amelia who seems to be getting over her cold, but the hubby and his mom were there to see our little soccer star who went on to score yet another goal. Today’s game was apparently much more even handed as last week’s opponent uh…basically killed us out on the field. They had one Junior Olympiad type player who made score after score after score. It was like a scene from Groundhog Day. Luckily Caitlin and her teammates are too young to understand that they really got whipped, and apparently today’s game made up for the opener.
We’ve been really impressed with Caitlin’s coach. After each game he gathers the girls around to hand out drinks and a snack and he makes a point to praise each individual player and comment on their performance. He told Caitlin that she came out of nowhere and was a SCORING MACHINE!
At one point during a water break the hubby asked Caitlin if she wanted to sit down and rest with her team and she replied, “There’s no sitting in soccer!”
Edited to add: I nearly posted something about Caitlin’s monumental tantrums (two by noon!) today but I wanted to leave the blog all shiny and happy to end the weekend. Tantrums seem like a great topic for Monday. Mwaaa haa haa haa.