What/who has gotten me thinking about this? This little (big) guy:
I swear I feel like he's grown a foot, grown into his protruding belly, and gotten sweeter (and calmer) in the matter of 1 day. How is it possible that all that can happen so quickly? I should be used to how quickly things happen by now, seeing as how I have a 14-month-old that was just born yesterday.
Since he's wearing his soccer gear, I feel compelled to at least mention his progress, or lack thereof. He still runs with the pack but he did make strides the second game and actually kicked the ball once or twice. I think the time of his game has a lot to do with his performance. He's too tired to give much effort in the games later in the afternoon. He gave his best performance in the game that was played early in the morning. Too bad we don't have many of those.
Wes practiced with him this weekend and Colin looked like he had been playing for years. He took the ball from Wes, kicked with authority, and dribbled like a pro. I asked him why he didn't do that in the game but I got no response. I suggested that maybe it was because the kids weren't Daddy but he still didn't respond.
As with everything in his life, Colin does things on his own time. I think he has inherited his mother's perfectionism and wants to wait to do something until he can do it perfectly. Let's just hope he perfects it before the season is over!