Friday, July 25, 2008

The Next Mia Hamm

... is not coming from our family! But they had fun at soccer camp this week.

I signed up for this particular camp because a friend of mine had done it with her daughter (Mister Man's age last summer, and her daughter had enjoyed it. Mister Man can definitely use some organized sports for a number of reasons -- the benefit it has for him for fine motor, the learning to play with other kids, the understanding that it's ok to not be the best and do something because it's fun anyway, etc.

The good news is that they both enjoyed the camp. Since I stretched the truth a bit when saying Little Miss was 3, they were in separate camps. Little Miss went from 9-9:50, and Mister Man went from 10-10:50. While one was doing the camp, the other one would play at the park adjacent to the soccer fields. Someone was thinking when designing this field!

The camps were small. Five children in Mister Man's camp, and seven for Little Miss. She had two instructors, so the ratio was great, and the instructors were really enthusiastic and related well to the kids. I actually looked up last night to see if they offered any more camps this summer, but no such luck (ok, one next week in Buffalo Grove but I'm not driving that far!).

We didn't know anyone in Mister Man's class, and that was ok. Two girls we know were in Little Miss's class, however. One was from her preschool last year -- the one my mom dislikes intensely because of her gorgeous flowing curly hair and the younger daughter of my friend who had recommended it. Anabel enjoyed the class and would regularly call out to her mom "Look at me!" which was really cute. But my poor friend. Bianca absolutely would not go near the soccer field. All week long (ok, except yesterday), my friend came to the soccer fields with her two daughters and tried unsuccessfully to cajole Bianca into doing camp. I felt badly for her, but what can you do?

Little Miss really got it from the get go. She figured out how to stop the balls, on her first try she got the backwards kick thing, and she was fast after the ball when they had races.







She looks tough and like she knows what she's doing, doesn't she? And yes, I know the t-shirt is way too big. They didn't have a choice in sizes for the camp t-shirt. I had her tied up like Daisy Duke for awhile because I was afraid she was going to trip, but she'd have none of it.

Mister Man had a slightly harder time with it. He is not a natural athlete, and he doesn't exactly have a killer instinct. The first day of camp, he flopped on the ground when a boy beat him to the ball in a race because it wasn't fair. (Due to work, I was there only for Tuesday's and today's sessions.) Apparently, my husband forgot to explain that soccer is a game where you're trying to beat the other person. And that you won't always win. Fortunately, he picked up on that part pretty quickly and was fine (mentally) after that.




Not exactly the soccer pictures you'd expect from an expert, but he had fun. It was really great to see him so excited about playing soccer.



And it was pretty neat to see them kicking the ball around together with Daddy refereeing when we got to the fields a few minutes early this morning. We were the only people who played beforehand. Everyone else either showed up late or sat on picnic tables waiting to be called to the field by coaches. I love it when kids have passion.

Interestingly though, when I asked the wee ones at the end of the camp who was sad that camp was over, Mister Man was bummed and wanted to keep going to soccer. Little Miss, on the other hand, had fun at the camp but decided that she was tired of soccer because she "was done with it" -- whatever that means!

My other favorite thing from this week was my discovery on Tuesday. As I mentioned, I could only go to the camp on Tuesday and today, so my husband took them the rest of the time. On Tuesday, I went to put Mister Man's cleats on him just before his session started. He has cleats only because we were at our church rummage sale, and they had some great cleats for $0.75 a pair. They were worn maybe a couple times only.

I never put them on him, however. Take a look at the picture. Ten points to whoever figures out the problem first.



I immediately called my husband to ask if those were the cleats that he'd worn on Monday or if he'd somehow changed things up with the other pair we'd purchased at said rummage sale. Nope, these are the cleats he wore Monday. Poor kid!

9 comments:

Debbie July 25, 2008 at 10:42 PM  

They look like they are both two left foot shoes and they look to be different sizes???!!!

Kellan July 25, 2008 at 11:27 PM  

What cute pictures! I'm glad they enjoyed the camp!

Have a good weekend - Kellan

MadWoman July 26, 2008 at 5:36 AM  

Perhaps Mister Man's natural talent might shine through more if he's not having to wear two left footed cleats eh? Haha...looks like something my Hotty Hubby would do. Poor little Mister Man.

Looks like they both had a fantastic time though.

morninglight mama July 26, 2008 at 7:26 AM  

What? Your kid doesn't have two right feet??

;)

Angela July 26, 2008 at 10:30 AM  

I'm going to hazard a guess here and say you've got two left footed shoes here. Makes you wonder, doesn't it? LOL!

Adorable pics. Too cute. They look like they're having so much fun!

~*Paty*~ July 26, 2008 at 11:27 AM  

I remember when my mother put me in soccer as a kid. In fact, I still have nightmares. I think I'm the least athletic person in the world, and then pair it with a team of other non-athletic girls? Let's just say it wasn't a fun season.

Angie July 26, 2008 at 3:33 PM  

That's hilarious! If Mister Man really wants to blame a lack of athletic prowess on anything, I say the shoes are to blame. :-)

Very cute pics!

Cookie July 26, 2008 at 7:58 PM  

The shoes look like they are for the same foot!
That's great that your kids did soccer camp! When my oldest was 3, I signed him up and he would not go on the field. He would sit and cry. What a waste of money! But the one year old had no trouble chasing after the ball. Luckily my older son outgrew his soccer anxiety. He's on the soccer team this fall :)

Michelle July 26, 2008 at 9:55 PM  

Debbie - You got it! Two left feet AND two different sizes (12 and 13 1/2). Poor kid. My husband claims he picked up one, saw it was a left foot, put it on and then didn't pay attention to the second shoe. I won't comment further than that!

Kellen - They really loved the camp. Mister Man brought it up again and wants to keep doing it.

Madwoman - Welcome! Umm, he doesn't have natural talent unfortunately. He's a sweet kid, but athletics that require speed and coordination won't be for him. Things that require lots of patience and practice and rule following (e.g., horseback riding?) he will do better. Fine and gross motor skills are a struggle for him, but that's ok. As long as he has fun, that's all I care about!

Morninglight Mama - As much as it sometimes seems as though he has two right feet, nope last time I checked, he had one of each!

Angela - Actually, I feel badly for whoever bought the right feet of the shoes from the rummage sale (they did so before us btw, so we didn't cause the problem!). I wonder how long before they figured out the issue!

Paty - Welcome! I can imagine that would not be fun for you at all. I can only hope I manage to not put my kids into situations that will require years of therapy somewhere down the line!

Angie - The shoes would make for a good blame. But he doesn't yet realize that he isn't as good as the other kids. He still tells me he's the fastest runner or jumps the furthest, etc. I'm not about to disabuse him of that notion. Yet.

Cookie - My friend's daughter did the same thing. And she's going to preschool for the first time this fall, so my friend is now VERY worried. Good to know he grew out of it! Spending so much time in daycare and with my parents and with friends probably helps them adjust a bit. Silver lining, right?

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