Soccer

Soccer season ended today. It was full of, um... emotion. The first two weeks went great, and she really had fun. Then they started playing little scrimmages (they called them "Cat and Mouse") and it all went down hill. She hated it. Every day was a melt down. Her last words before bed every night were, "Is is soccer tomorrow? Please don't make me play that cat game." AND the worse part, it was completely my fault! I signed her up for the wrong class. :( The kids were older, more competitive, and a full foot taller (not to mention, the 100 degree weather). It wasn't until the last week that Brock convinced me to take her to her actual age group (hello, duh!) and that seemed to make all the difference. She ended the season on a good note, and even scored three goals in her last game. All in all, I'm so proud of her for being brave and sticking with it (and me..lol).