Today was your first day of teeny weeny soccer. It might be the cutest (and most chaotic) thing I have ever seen. About ten 2-3 year olds kicking balls, running everywhere, and doing everything but listening to your coach. For being the youngest kid there, you did pretty well; however, you have a mind of your own for sure.
About half the time you were kicking well--dribbling, stopping the ball, passing....
And the other half, you were doing things like this....
And the day ended with a visit to the park where you giggled your head off on the swings. Could your life be any better?
