Matthew's soccer season seemed to go by so quickly. And let's just say that he was by far the smallest and youngest on the team. He never made a goal, but he did kick the ball. Watching 2 and 3 year olds kick a soccer ball and try to get a goal (on their side) is a hoot. It was really a good source of entertainment and I looked forward to it. The kids, including Matthew, looked forward to the "treats" afterwards and this bit of info was often used towards the kids as a bribe. "Hurry, go run and kick it in and you'll get a treat after!" I was so proud that Matthew was never whiny, never hurt and never cared when he fell. And let's be honest. When you're 2 and running in cleats, especially cleats that are a little too big for you, and your uniform is falling off of you, you're going to fall. And every time, he got right back up. He ran and ran and ran. He loved watching his shadow and was so excited to see his friends twice a week. Since they practiced Tuesdays, they got used to seeing each other every few days. He loved his coaches and he would go around at random times and say "Little Devils" because that's what his coach would say to them to get their attention. They were some patient and very fun for the kids. I was so sad to see the season go. Every time Matthew played, something miraculous happened. HE HAD AN APPETITE! I remember specifically leaving practice one day and he just kept asking for food. He ate every bite of his dinner. We couldn't believe it. And without even being asked. REALLY! It was truly amazing! He talked about it, wondered when he was going to go, and it was so good for him to get out and run with kids his age that weren't in the nursery and for him to get some exercise. I can't wait until he can play t-ball. Now THAT will be cute! His last game was June 4th and everyone decided to just have their little party with trophies right afterwards. It was good because Chris, Gina, Amelia and Addison all came along with us that day. Even though all the games were in Aliante, we had a fun time going every Saturday because that meant that it was nap time when we got home! It was so early for all of us (most games were either at 8 or 8:30 am meaning we had to leave at 7:20 or 7:45 which meant that Matthew woke up three hours early and I only got three hours sleep!).
I loved half time because they were always all so thirsty. It was so cute as they'd run to their parents to get a drink.
Go Little Devils! I never counted how many games they won or how many goals they got in a single game because at 2, who really cares anyway?
One of my most favorite pictures I ever taken! This is so dang cute. I wish they could've been in better lighting. They were all so proud as their parents clapped and cheered.
Matthew and his coaches. They both had daughters on the team.
Sad to see it end!
Sad to see it end!
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