We signed Ally up for soccer a couple of weeks ago. That's right. Ally's playing a team sport. She's on the team with 8 other kids in the ward. They play at the indoor field in Lindon (there is no way in the world I would sit out in the cold). They've played two games and have seven to go. Guess where you'll find us every Saturday for the next seven weeks...
Ally's a great runner and is really excited to play (we got her new pink shoes, pink soccer socks, and pink shin guards), but once she's on the field we don't know what happens to the girl. She is in her own little world world out there. She runs and runs, but usually makes laps around the field. She has a great time and cheers for her friends, and has no idea about the score at the end of the game, so we're trying not to get too uptight about it.
My favorite is when Ally's in the game and runs past us. Then she'll come back, stand right in front of us and say, "Don't forget to cheer for me, okay?"
They play a 15-minute half, have a 5 minute half-time, and then the second 15-minute half. Crit loves going too and watches the games without a single complaint.
I'm excited that she's old enough to do things like this and feels comfortable out there without us, but it makes me feel really old! The coach told me that she told him "Winning is not the most important thing... having fun is." When he told them if they scored two more goals they'd win the game. Only she would say something like that.
They play without goalies in the kids' league, so after the other team scores, they line up to kick it off. I'll have to remember to take our other camera next week to get better action shots. (Ally's in the red shorts.)
Their shirts are navy blue, and yes, she was a little peeved that she couldn't be on the red team.
