Saturday was Jonathan's first soccer game. It was at eleven and the morning was cool and a bit dreary. Bryan and I have been reading a lot of The Pioneer Woman. One of the many reasons we enjoy it is her photography--she does a lot of progression shots. I am nowhere near the photographer that she is, but Bryan suggested I take a photo as we approached the Louisville Water Tower, our new soccer home until the end of October.
I was trying to get Jonathan psyched out in the car but it was not working:
His disposition improved once we were out of the car, though.
Some pre-game shots:
I'd like to say this next one is a Zen moment where Jonathan is concentrating on getting in the the soccer super-star mode, but, alas, it was pouty-face time. Right before I took this picture, he had his head resting on the ball. Eleven o'clock is definitely not our best time slot due to its close proximity to lunch and nap.
I'm sure Bryan would have preferred not to be in all the pictures, but, alas, Jonathan, like several of the other children, was not quite ready to brave the vast soccer field without a parent.
The games are super short and, before you knew it, it was snack time. Easily Jonathan's favorite part of the experience. The best I can say at this point is that it was not a complete failure, nor was it a complete success. He kicked the ball all of one time. Maybe that's good, though, because it's surely going to improve from there...right??
Leaf it alone...
3 days ago