Sunday, June 13, 2010
"Dad, Christian says I play like a girl!"
"Elliot, do YOU think you play like a girl?" (Coach Dustin/Dad)
"Then don't listen to Christian." (Coach Dustin/Dad)
The thing is that Elliot actually WILL have athletic abilities ... I can see it already. The problem is that:
a) he is going to be the youngest in his class when he starts kindergarten
b) he doesn't stop talking, which for many of you is endearing, but for some kids is quite annoying
c) he tells people when he is bothered, which just makes them want to bother him even more
Now, because I do not want to be that mom, the mom that gets involved and constantly comes to the aid of her child by yelling at other people's children, I choose to sit on the sidelines, with smoke fuming out of my ears, trying to be distracted by Libbi (#1 fan)
It also helps that Dustin is the coach, and while he won't interfere (like I want him to!), at least he can keep the boys and girls under control this summer. Here are some pics of Coach Dad in action ...
But here's the player that we really care about. Elliot looks sad here for some reason, but he was pumped every time he got to bat. I think he just didn't want Dad's help.
And then no action whatsoever, because, oh wait, this is PRESCHOOL T-BALL. The guy behind him was one of Dustin's "not helpful" assistants for the week. Good thing Dustin actually knows how to coach.
I am hopeful that Elliot will develop into a serious t-ball talent to be reckoned with, but if anything, he is a super-cute Twins fan, and that will do for now.
Thursday night we move into the epitomy of preschool soccer, displayed in this highlight reel:
Soccer flock #1 - Elliot gets schooled
Soccer flock #2 - Elliot goes wrong direction
Soccer flock #3 - Elliot goes in the net
Soccer is going to take a little more work. He's got the energy, he's got the pace, he's got the shin guards ... I just don't think he really understands the game, which could be a problem. Clearly that is everyone's problem, aside from the 16 year-olds they played in their first game. I think the score was 20-1. And that 1 was kind of an accident. Again, thank God he's cute, right?
Cheerful, right before he got kneed in the thigh. Shake it off, Elliot. Shake it off.