Soccer

Last night our little 2 1/2 year old started soccer. I should have known that Morgan wasn't going to jump right in when on the drive there she repeatedly told us that she wasn't going to wear her soccer jersey. When we arrived, she stayed true to her word and not only refused to wear her jersey, but also her nametag, and wouldn't even stand in the general area of the other kids on her team or her coach. She spent most of the time running far away from us and coming back laughing. One of the other dads commented that she was an "independent thinker". Yes, i'm sure we'll come to appreciate our independent thinker in the years to come. Her friend Bella was on the opposing team, so she and Morgan did kick the ball around towards the end of the hour. After we left, she talked about how much fun she had.

She is truly her mother's daughter. This morning over breakfast she told her father that next week she was going to bring cheese, crackers, grapes and her Dora cup to soccer (there was a family next to us who had a picnic, and she couldn't understand why I wouldn't let her eat their food). It's all about the grub.