One afternoon when I picked Addi up from school, there was a note at the bottom of her daily sheet that said to bring shin guards the following day for soccer practice with Coach. What? Did I accidentally sign my child up for soccer without knowing? And shin guards...what the heck? Oh yeah, I forgot I just happened to have that pair of toddler size shin guards in the garage...I could just dust those off. Yeah right. I had to figure this out, and fast!
I stopped by the office on the way to the parking lot and asked about soccer practice and Coach. Apparently there's a guy in Norman who travels around to some of the daycares and gives soccer lessons...sort of like Tumblebus for all of you Normanites.
Addi doesn't even know what soccer is, let alone what a ball looks like or how to play. So after dinner we grabbed our pink volleyball (it was the closest thing we had) and headed outside for Scott to give Addi a crash-course in soccer. It was hysterical!
Addi, you don't sit on the ball, you kick it.
Addi, stay on the grass, not the sidewalk.
This is hard work, daddy!
Once she had the basics, we set up a make-shift goal with a watering can and shovel...
Well that blew her mind, so soccer practice was officially over.
Meanwhile, Halle was happy as could be on her quilt...
After school the next day, Addi told us that she loved soccer! I was a little worried that she'd want to sign up to play soccer with Coach, but nothing else has ever been said about it after the first lesson. Thank goodness!
