The first soccer practice was a little chaotic--our family was at the doctor's office waiting for Mason to get a splint for his probably-broken wrist. I had to leave Chad and the boys there while I took Bree to the soccer fields (our second vehicle was in the shop). The fields were hectic, and I was lucky to find Bree's team, since I couldn't even remember her coach's name. I left her there to warm up with the other kids, and headed back to the doctor's office to pick up the rest of the family. By the time I got back, found Bree's team, took Mason to the bathroom and back, practice was over. It was getting really windy and threatening to rain. So I didn't really get to see Bree practice much, but she said she had a lot of fun.
The second practice was much better. The weather was gorgeous and cool, and Bree worked on some core skills.
She also has very adoring fans.
Her team even won its first game, which was not nearly as painful to watch as I had anticipated.
We are so proud of Bree, her hard work, and her great attitude on the field.
Go Blue Sharks!