Calvin went to soccer camp this summer.
He absolutely loved it.
Running onto the field for the first time...
Noah was a little upset when he found out that
two year-olds weren't allowed on the field.
...he cheered up quickly when he found out he could still get a drink of powerade anyway.
Classic Calvin. How many little kids have been conned this time into listening to whatever it is he felt necessary to share?
Calvin has waited for a long time to finally be on a "team" of his own. He had asked daily as the camp drew closer and closer what color he would be and who the bad guys were. This was taken moments before Calvin was reprimanded for trash-talking to the green team- let's just say it happened more than once.
Thanks to daddy's previous training, Calvin had an idea of what to do on the field.
This is Ellie. Being the fastest out of the age group and also understanding why she was on the field (see boy on right), she immediately became Calvin's nemesis.
I was a little concerned about how Calvin would react to the tough competition. Here is a previous example of how he has coped with feeling threatened:
The first time sweet Ellie ran past Calvin en route to a goal, our little boy decided he'd go for the tackle instead... luckily he missed and the coaches/mother intervened. As it turns out, she is the daughter of the ex-european professional soccer player who ran the entire camp. Way to go Calvin.
Noah decided he didn't need a coach to show him how to kick a ball.
The final day of camp, they rewarded all of the players- and stocky little blonde brothers of players- with popsicles. Nothing can make a hot, sweaty little Calvin happier than a bright red popsicle. Nothing can make him sadder than when it breaks... this sequence of events was hilarious to watch, hopefully you can get the gist of it by the pictures. (click on it to see larger version, grammy)
#1, Calvin's reaction to his popsicle breaking.#2, Noah gloating that his is still in one piece.#3, Noah about to dig in.#4, Karmic retribution.