Eliza’s first soccer practice was today! She cried, actually. We got lost and were a few minutes late, so she felt like everyone already knew what they were doing when she got there. Jake had to walk out on the field with her and hold her hand.
We’ll do better next week, after a lot of practice. That way she’ll fell like she knows what she is doing. Any other soccer moms (or dads) out there? Any stories?