The first night he and Avinash kicked the ball around on the patio trying to score goals on the rug while Nandini toddled around them trying to grab the ball. We both shouted gooooooooooooooaaallll whenever he scored and tried to teach him not to use his hands. The second night Avinash decided he would rather play football because he could use his hands. When we went to visit one of my friends he asked her if we really were allowed to use hands in soccer. As if we are just tricking him. Where would he get an idea like that? We played sporadically after that and I started to wonder how long his initial enthusiasm would last.
The first practice was rained out. Many, many questions and requests from Avinash to go to soccer practice followed. Luckily, our awesome new coach set up an extra practice for everyone on Sunday.
He put oil in his hair before we left, just like his Nana taught him. Love that he was thinking of Nana this morning, I know he is a big comfort to him.
The field was muddy but he was ready to go anyway. Jumping over the mucky mud puddles was just part of the fun. We loved all of it and think he did too.
"Maybe we'll just stop at one lap around the field..."
"You're going to the wrong goal, other way!"
and just general toddler chaos, ha!
Nandini wanted to play too in the worst way. She even ran into the goalie net after Avinash played goalie for a few minutes (before clearing out with everybody else to head to the other goal, ha!).
And, Ryan got us all ring pops as a reward on the way home. Avinash was tired, but still excited and talking about kicking and playing again. We are so proud of him and can't wait for the first game.