We signed Quinn up for a pre-k spring soccer league. She is by far the youngest (turning three during the season opposed to almost 4 or even almost 5), the smallest, and the most off task on the team. BUT, for the most part she really likes it. They have had two practices, and a game (plus a cancelled game) so far.
Quinn loves to run around on the grass during practices and pick flowers. When you ask her what she is suppose to do during soccer, she'll usually tell you, "listen to coach."
Right before the second practice as I was getting her out of her carseat, I was reviewing expectations with her, I said, "At soccer, you need to listen to your coach, kick the ball, and stay by your friends, understand?" She replied, " Understand. And pick flowers." Ha.
One of the other moms told me her little boy told her, "Quinn doesn't want to play soccer. She just wants to pick flowers." Very observant little guy.
Quinn does like doing the tiny kicks (dribbling), and finding "letters" on the field. The corner kick area is a D, and there are T's and L's all over. She also loves to sit in her ball. All the kids do, actually. Oh, and she loves to give out hugs to the other kids.
Quinn was sad the morning of her game, and instead of being wild and not playing, she was pouty and not playing. Poor girl. The other kids were really adorable. And hopefully, next week Quinn will be in a happier mood.
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Thursday, March 15, 2012
Outside by the Numbers
This evening Quinn, Piper, and I went out to play in the front yard and enjoy the warm weather.
I pictured Quinn playing on the lawn, and giving the cars some pats (her favorite thing lately.)
Instead, I got...
ONE stubborn toddler who crawled into the street THREE times and threw FOUR temper tantrums. ONE stubborn dog who slipped out of her leash TWO times. ONE curious toddler who found ONE straw, ONE half eaten sucker, and ONE cigarette butt, and tried to eat all THREE. ONE social little toddler who ran into the neighbor's TWO grandchildren, and needed ONE HUNDRED hugs from these TWO new friends before she would leave their house (that she just walked into) and let them eat their dinner. It was an exhausting TWENTY minutes.
I pictured Quinn playing on the lawn, and giving the cars some pats (her favorite thing lately.)
Instead, I got...
ONE stubborn toddler who crawled into the street THREE times and threw FOUR temper tantrums. ONE stubborn dog who slipped out of her leash TWO times. ONE curious toddler who found ONE straw, ONE half eaten sucker, and ONE cigarette butt, and tried to eat all THREE. ONE social little toddler who ran into the neighbor's TWO grandchildren, and needed ONE HUNDRED hugs from these TWO new friends before she would leave their house (that she just walked into) and let them eat their dinner. It was an exhausting TWENTY minutes.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Faces
Here are some of Quinn's faces she makes on command now. Everything from very happy to mad to very silly.
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