The Wide Receiver

Last fall I signed Mr. Little Man up for soccer and I honestly thought that there would be actual soccer games involved. Newsflash: 4 and 5 year olds have no idea what that means. Basically they just run around the field and kick a ball. They do not have a need to make a goal; they basically just want to keep the ball to themselves because they don't like to share. This was also during the time that Mr. Little Man was exhibiting alot of problems with biting so you can see how soccer did not work out too well for us. My child is highly competitive and an above average kicker (not to mention that runs really fast. Admittedly it does not take much to outrun me) so whatever unsuspecting youngster tried to take the ball away from him was usually left crying on the field. After the 3rd "practice" I decided we may need to wait a bit longer to play soccer.

This winter Mr. Little Man gained a love for playing catch. He especially likes waking me up by throwing a ball onto my forehead (we use a small ball that has alot of "give" to it, so although it isn't painful its really, really annoying). His nanny has been taking him to the park everyday after school and she says he scours the playground to find other children who will play soccer to him.

Clearly, I have not been doing my job as a parent because I had not realized that deep down my son is a football player. He likes kicking and he likes to catch but apparently he loves to intercept and run, run, run. Then he laughs at you because you can't keep up. We took him to the park this weekend with the intent to play soccer and/or catch, but everytime he got his hands on the ball it was the same story; intercept and run.



This went on for hours. His birthday is coming up soon and I had intended to buy him a baseball and glove, but now I'm thinking he may need a football. Do they even make those for smaller children? Perhaps we should start with a Nerf football.

What I am reading: Cookbooks. I am gearing up the Easter menu.
What I am listening to: Slick Rick - Mona Lisa. I heard this song on my way home from work last week and was instantly tansported back to 1987 (1988?) when we took a family vacation to Italy. I was allowed to bring 1 friend because otherwise I would not have gone on vacay with my family. Of course I brought along JL and we listened to Slick Rick all throughout Switzerland. Clearly the Swiss were not ready for us.