Getting Organized

Yep. Pete started soccer a couple of weeks back. Not unlike another kid we all know and love. We weren't sure how he would do, quite honestly. I mean, it's no secret the kid's got...um...energy to spare. On top of that, it's a 3-year-olds class and in case you haven't guessed by the lack of birthday posts recently, Pete's birthday is still a month away. Rosalie begged him into the class at our local YMCA.

We knew he'd be able to hold his own physically. It's the listening to directions part that had us a bit worried. I mean - let's be serious here. He's a timeout champ coming off the longest, coldest winter in recent memory. He's red'ta go.

And go he did. Other than a little help from me, he did everything that was asked of him. Running from line to line. Trying to battle the natural inclination to kick the hell out of the ball (remember - they're 3) by redirecting the energy into "little kicks." Trapping. Stretching. Slide tackling. Ok, I made the last one up, but you get it. HE LISTENED!

We've gone back twice since and his audience keeps growing. He walks into the place and the 4 year old girls want his autograph. He saunters into the playroom, throws down his hoodie, grabs a juice box and holds court.

"Yeah. I play soccer. What of it?"

Go Pete.