Last week Nuno had his first soccer game, or should I say his team had their first soccer game. I’m not sure what happened, but when we first arrived he got upset about something. A trivial thing that he normally would shake off, but in this instance he proceeded to cry/pout for the entire game, never making it unto the field. Obviously his father, the coach, was not too pleased.

We all got over it and looked forward to our next practice. Well, just about the same thing happened there too.

We approached today’s game with our fingers crossed. That, plus the positive energy that Gran & Granpa sent us from New Zealand, must have helped because he played!

We have two kids on our team who are a bit older, and bigger, and last week they were really the only two who made any contact with the ball. I was really proud that Nuno got in there and kicked the ball around like a champ.

Our team didn’t win. But my son? Well, he made his mother & father very proud.