Okay, so as of 5:30 pm yesterday, I am officially a "Dallas Soccer Mom!" But, that is okay with me because Brookelyn LOVES soccer! I wasn't sure what to expect out of a three year old soccer class, but it truly blew me away. Her coach is named Luiz--imagine a South American soccer player, and that is what Luiz looks like. Of course Brookelyn had some minor issues with her new coach, but after warm-ups were over, I was able to return to the parents cheering section (thank goodness because Braedyn was getting heavy on my hip) and sit down. Her coach was amazing with the kids (all girls and one boy) and really taught them quite a bit in just an hour. He made a great point that most parents want their kids to start playing in games right away, but this class allows each child to have their own ball (rather than only one in a game) and teaches them all the skills they will need to truly play the game of soccer with skill. Here are some pictures (not great I know because I took them with my phone while Braedyn was on my lap):
Here is Brookelyn (the last little girl in line wearing the black shirt and really cute skull legwarmers) waiting her turn at the agility course. Each child had to hop with two feet over the noodles and then kick the ball into the goal. She was so excited!
Here she is jumping. She was trying so hard to use both feet to jump over the noodles!
And, here she is scoring her first goal! It was great because after each child scored a goal, all the parents would yell and cheer. I could tell from the huge smile on Brookelyn's face that she was super proud of herself.
Coach Luiz had the kids running up and down the court so much that they had to have MANY short water (or juice) breaks. Brookelyn sucked down all her juice halfway through the class, so Mommy is going to have to bring back up drinks next time.
This was another agility exercise. Here, she had to run, weaving through the cones and score a goal. Again, she loved it.
We did have a minor problem. The kids were running after Coach Luiz with the noodles and Brookelyn busted it. She didn't catch herself because she was holding on to the noodle. On a scale of 1-10, 10 being the time we took her to the ER for hitting her head on our bed, this was probably a 7. One mom wanted to go get a teacher, but I calmly assured her that we were pros at head bumps and that the ER doctor had previously advised us that it was very difficult to injure your brain by hitting your head on the forehead. After a few kisses and a nose blow, Brookelyn was out on the court again running around with everyone else.
Next Wednesday we get to do it all over again (hopefully, minus the head injury this time)--can't wait!
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