More Posh than Beckham....I think.

For the past few weeks our Monday evenings have been spent on the soccer field. RoWan has turned out to be more of an on field cheer leader than star player. During the first game she got mixed up in somewhat of a scrum while following the most important coaching she was given...."get the ball!", and ended up in the mud. She spent the remainder of that game on the sidelines crying because she was all dirty. She now runs around the field following after the other players, but not too close. She claps when either team scores, and if anyone falls down she always stops to ask if they are alright. She waves, and takes quick breaks to give Pearce a kiss on her way down the field.

Well....She didn't get my killer instinct, but she did inherit my love of clothes, and extreme distaste for stains!

Maybe we will try again in a couple years. There must be hope....Onie, Katie, and MiKell were all soccer players.