Jamie continues to thrive in soccer. He scored, I think, two goals this week, but I was especially pleased that he and another boy, Christopher, actually passed the ball to each other, twice no less. In 4-5 year-old soccer this is something akin to a miracle, and I especially like that when I congratulated Jamie after the game, he mentioned the passes very proudly.
Connor, on the other hand, seems to view the soccer field as a kind of stage on which he can play out a series of pouts and tantrums. He took part in the practice section of the day on a limited basis, as usual, only holding Sarah's hand. He then refused to play in the game of course. But we tried the old "Well, you're too young to play anyway," trick on him, which actually worked. Until we had to put a scrimmage jersey on him. This was clearly unacceptable and he went to the mattresses. So we all went to watch Jamie's game. This also angered Connor, who had decided that he wanted to stand IN the goal while his friends played and wanted Mommy in there with him too (Goal is about 3 feet high). Eventually he walked off towards the bleachers by himself, so Sarah went after him. A little sweet talk and some playing on the bleachers and he was ready to come back to the reservation. As they were walking by the fields, now empty as everyone headed for snacks, Connor sighed contentedly and said, "Good times."
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