My soccer game started at 8:30am, which means everyone had to get up very early to get to the game on time.  It was a long drive for Mimz, and Grandma and PaPa... but they all arrived on time.  Mommy, Daddy, GGM, and Barbara were there also to cheer for my team.

 At halftime Daddy gave me a drink.

 We are not very good soccer players.    Coach Ken's daughter and I (and a boy who was not there today) were the only ones that don't cry, wander off, or need frequent breaks.  I think I would be better if I were playing with a better team.  But we had fun.

I think I scored two goals and got in a couple good kicks.  I sometimes tend to kick the ball and stop.  I often am on the outside, not in the "bunch" with the ball.  If someone falls, I stop to make sure they are not hurt, instead of continuing to go after the ball.

After the game, I took a three hour nap.