He hates playing soccer.
Well, I'm not sure hate totally describes what I mean.
He loathes it. We have to bribe him with McDonald's or candy to go play. Even then he barely gives it an attempt.
Well, I'm not sure hate totally describes what I mean.
He loathes it. We have to bribe him with McDonald's or candy to go play. Even then he barely gives it an attempt.
This is how a Saturday morning goes. . .
We wake up and say "Who wants to play soccer today?!?!"
Simon, jumping up and down says "Me! Me! Me!"
Nolan, still laying in bed with the blanket over his face mumbles "I don't want to play soccer."
So, we force him to get his uniform on, and make him put on his shin guards. The whole time he is saying. . .or screaming "I don't want to play soccer! I hate soccer."
After everyone is ready, we get them in the car and head for the fields.
Nolan, of course, is in the back making sure that we understand that he does not want to play soccer.
We get to the park, set up the chairs, spread out the blanket, and wait for the game to start.
When it is time for Nolan to go play, he refuses.
"What if Dad buys you McDonald's Nolan? Do you want McDonald's?"
"Yeah, I want McDonald's!"
"Okay, you have to go play soccer"
"I don't want to play soccer"
"Then no McDonald's."
"But I want McDonald's"
"Then go play soccer!"
We finally convince him to go play. The coach (who really is quite good with the kids) lets Nolan kick off.
Nolan kicks the ball, and then another kid kicks it. So sweet Nolan starts crying. . .
We wake up and say "Who wants to play soccer today?!?!"
Simon, jumping up and down says "Me! Me! Me!"
Nolan, still laying in bed with the blanket over his face mumbles "I don't want to play soccer."
So, we force him to get his uniform on, and make him put on his shin guards. The whole time he is saying. . .or screaming "I don't want to play soccer! I hate soccer."
After everyone is ready, we get them in the car and head for the fields.
Nolan, of course, is in the back making sure that we understand that he does not want to play soccer.
We get to the park, set up the chairs, spread out the blanket, and wait for the game to start.
When it is time for Nolan to go play, he refuses.
"What if Dad buys you McDonald's Nolan? Do you want McDonald's?"
"Yeah, I want McDonald's!"
"Okay, you have to go play soccer"
"I don't want to play soccer"
"Then no McDonald's."
"But I want McDonald's"
"Then go play soccer!"
We finally convince him to go play. The coach (who really is quite good with the kids) lets Nolan kick off.
Nolan kicks the ball, and then another kid kicks it. So sweet Nolan starts crying. . .
That dang kid stole the ball from him!
He thinks that he should just get to kick it around all by himself. He comes back over to the blanket, and through his little tears says "I don't want to play soccer."
Being the sweet aunt that she is, Angela takes Nolan back to the field and stays with him, trying to convince him to go play and try to kick the ball. She was fairly successful too!
While he was running around and trying to kick the ball, he was having fun. There was even a smile on his face at times!
He thinks that he should just get to kick it around all by himself. He comes back over to the blanket, and through his little tears says "I don't want to play soccer."
Being the sweet aunt that she is, Angela takes Nolan back to the field and stays with him, trying to convince him to go play and try to kick the ball. She was fairly successful too!
While he was running around and trying to kick the ball, he was having fun. There was even a smile on his face at times!
However, this is what we saw the majority of the time. . .
Angela and Nolan just standing in the field, watching the other kids run around. I'm not sure why, but he doesn't like soccer.
I don't see much point in going to the games if all we do is fight him, and watch other kids play. We will try one more game this weekend. Hopefully he will play! If not, we donated money to the Taylorsville Rec Center! How nice of us.
Oh, and here are my cute boys. . .
Oh, and here are my cute boys. . .
They are both #8, just like their dad (and aunts) always was.
P.S. This was Nolan's second soccer game. The first one was the weekend that it was pouring rain. It was miserable and cold and, needless to say, I didn't want to ruin either of my cameras!