He was always at the offenders side, running down the field two steps in front of him at a perfect spot to kick the ball away, but never did. I tried to teach him to kick the ball away from players heading towards his goal, but his comment was, "That is totally cheating, Mom. Are you kidding me? Now you want me to be a cheater?!" So I guess we have a few things to work on.
But if anyone caught the soccer bug it was our little Blake. Blake is certainly obsessed with any type of ball, and the soccer ball is no exception. He wanted to play with the big kids so bad, and having to kick the ball on the sidelines was rough for my little guy. He kept saying, "I do socca pac-tice. I pay soccer-ba." Practice after practice he'd make the saddest little frown when I had to explain the game was for the big kids, and try to be content kicking the ball on the sidelines. You can imagine his elation when we found the tiniest pair of soccer cleats (see above) for 50 cents at a garage sale. The day we bought them, he put them on and wore them all day.
At the last practice the siblings were invited to play with the kids. Blake thought he had found heaven. He listened so carefully to the coaches and did exactly what they said. You can see in the above picture how seriously he took lining up with the big kids, getting ready to race to the goal (with his little hands by his sides - aww!).
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Well - there's another sport that wroks when it's cold and wintery outside - SKIING!
-- Grandpa
Sounds like your spring has been as pleasant as ours! And can Blake be any cuter??!! I just want to eat him up!
Good to see the Alley soccer tradition carried on. Way to go!
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