Today was Trixie’s first day of soccer. There was a lot of confusion, then 3 jumping jacks, about 4 passes and a snack. I’ve never seen kids work so little to get a juice box and single-serving size bag of goldfish.
Trixie took a while to warm up to the whole endeavor. Most of the time she assumed a position of professional attention — feet firmly planted shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind her back. From a distance, it appeared as if she was following directions with a military precision, but no one told her to stand that way. Not sure where she picked up that one. Maybe we’re watching too much Star Trek on the weekends.
There’s a few other pics up on my flickr site.